as it turns out i miss him more than i thought i would/should

there's really nothing that i despise more than having to puke at a party

i mean it fuckin happens like on a monthly basis and its usually completely uncalledfor in comparison to what i could do like a year ago

i really think i'm fuckin falling apart

no good





in another note i have newly aquired a beautious seventeen inch ibook and i have absolutely no idea how to use it

possibly the most pathetic thing on earth to see me with a piece of fine technology faily misserably at making it work

however i was promised help with it when i ordered it and so i'm hoping that offer still stands





ahh this whole not wanting to figure things out for myself in combination with the frail stomach has turned me into one of those flighty girls who people think are intellectually lesser than themselves, being men of course, but this is really starting to dawn on me that i do this just to avoid confrontation/conflict and its like dude i'm not stupid and i can take care of myself but i need to work on outwardly conveying that instead of just knowing its truth