hmm
My computer is killing itself every so often so i am sorry for anyone who has been talking to me when it cuts out, i do feel awfully rude.
Maybe i will debug it tonight and see if that helps. Dear me.
i'll have to sell myself into slavery if i keep buying cds, i go on music binges. Yesterday alone i started with one and ended up buying five, ebay can be a devil of a thing for spending money you don't have. But i need them!! uh oh, i must be addicted. Oh well, i suppose i will survive, too bad for when i move out eh? i will choose to starve in order to buy an extra cd :-P
What is it with parents and thrusting alcohol at you when you are hungover? i think its to torture me. Not that they knew i was a tad hungover but for some reason we got vodka with dinner, its just an annoying coincidence.
oh, and i might add i was in a rather fine mood. But in the space of my journal writing its turned to a rather concerned worrying feeling. i can't have possibly stuffed anything yet surely. You know that feeling when you are sure you must have done something wrong, but then you are damned if you know what. Which makes it worse, dear me. sorry, i'm stressing. And Kellie, i keep wondering if i should call but then i don't know if you want to talk to me. Goodness me. Intuition can be an awful thing. And for me it's usually wrong.
Maybe i will debug it tonight and see if that helps. Dear me.
i'll have to sell myself into slavery if i keep buying cds, i go on music binges. Yesterday alone i started with one and ended up buying five, ebay can be a devil of a thing for spending money you don't have. But i need them!! uh oh, i must be addicted. Oh well, i suppose i will survive, too bad for when i move out eh? i will choose to starve in order to buy an extra cd :-P
What is it with parents and thrusting alcohol at you when you are hungover? i think its to torture me. Not that they knew i was a tad hungover but for some reason we got vodka with dinner, its just an annoying coincidence.
oh, and i might add i was in a rather fine mood. But in the space of my journal writing its turned to a rather concerned worrying feeling. i can't have possibly stuffed anything yet surely. You know that feeling when you are sure you must have done something wrong, but then you are damned if you know what. Which makes it worse, dear me. sorry, i'm stressing. And Kellie, i keep wondering if i should call but then i don't know if you want to talk to me. Goodness me. Intuition can be an awful thing. And for me it's usually wrong.