My computer is in dire need of a serious ass kicking. It's idea: That it can decide whether it wants the internet, whenever it likes, and can also pretend to be ill when it isn't. Like pulling a big cyber sicky. My idea: That if it decides to do it again, I am obliged to throw it out of the window and scatter it's peices to the four corners of the Brittish Isles. Like a cyber hanging, drawing and quartering. I think we are now speaking the same language. Anyway, back to where I left off, the Joe thing seems to be on-and-off depending on how I feel/how he feels/which way the wind is blowing. So some days I think I like him, and some days I don't, and some days don't know. Today, for example I think I like him. Or not. Maybe. College is good, coursework status not good (when is it ever any different...?) as I've got composing coursework to be in on Monday and I've completed all but.. well... all of it. Bloke status is average seeing as the Joe thing doesn't really seem to be going that badly or goodly. He got all in a tizz because he thought he'd offended me by calling me annoying yesterday. Bless. And that's all I can be bothered to write for the time being. Toodles. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh he has such nice brown eyes, he does. Oh yes. Oh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...