I moved yesterday and am currently hijacking my mom's internet. I was helping her go through her kitchen cabinets and throw out expired food earlier, but I got hot and tired and so I sat down for a minute and found my way onto the internet. I'll get my very own connection soonish.
Right now the book I totally lied about finishing in the last entry looks like it'll be done by August 1st. I'm a hundred pages into the editing process and still need to get rid of a few more of the boring parts. And come up with a cover.
My mouse has lost its click and my keyboard needs to be cleaned and maybe I need to go buy some rabbit ears for my tv because the internet costs so much I don't think I want (or need) cable tv.
Oh. And I showed my boyfriend this diary (as it is now, not the super sexy archives or anything), but he totally knows about the book as well and doesn't seem bothered by it at all. He said he may even read it.
It's bizarre to have a boyfriend who cares about me, but doesn't care about my past. He said he never knew sex could be so fun before he met me and that I wouldn't be so good in bed if I hadn't had all that practice.
3:38 p.m. - 2007-07-26
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