even though i�m endeavoring to leave the house, i�m still terribly afraid of boys and their evilness. i�m running away from them as fast as i can, but really just as fast as i crave their cute boy company. this whole thing has perpetuated my tendency to petticize, which of course is a word i just made up that means i like to make pets out of the boys. i don't really want that. and i think now, it�s going to be easier for me to do that. but oh well. i don�t know. fuck it. i think my music might be too loud. i hear stirring. oh quick update. that computer is still on my sewing table, and it hasn�t even been turned on. grrr.