February 15, 2002 :: 1:08 a.m.
death to my sudden ineptitude
I think... I think the man is out to get me. By "the man" I mean, of course, His Majesty the Lord of HTML. Because something just isn't fucking right here. The one I was trying to do wasn't working out, so fine, I scrapped it. I wrote up a new one, a simpler one, one with only one table.
One table. I may not be a genius when it comes to this shit, but I definitely do know how to make a table. There's no reason for it to act like a bitch when
there's nothing wrong with it. *growls* If it doesn't start working soon I may be forced to dismember it with my teeth.
*sigh* Yeah. So my Valentine's Day was nice. I went up to see Adam, and we didn't do anything special, but it was just wonderful to be with him. I kind of wish his roommate would have left, though. I mean, he left for a while, and we certainly took advantage of that... but then he came back. And we were rudely interrupted. And there was much hiding under the blankets and scrambling for clothes. Amusing now, yes, but at the time it was scary and irritating. Blah. But otherwise, it was a very nice evening. Adam made me a cd of songs that remind him of me... it makes me cry. *goes into Miss Cleo mode* I predict that I will listen to it incessantly, until it melts into a puddle of shiny wax. 'Cause ya know, man, I gotta be keepin' it reeeeal.
Uh, okay. Anyway. While I was driving home tonight, I came to this conclusion: a perfect representation of who I am hangs from my rearview mirror. Truly. There's a plastic parrot, an air freshener shaped like a bunch of cherries, and a white rose (just the flower part, not the stem). I'm just a big goofball with the soft heart of a hopeless romantic. And if you add to this the tiny flying Tinkerbelle that's suction-cupped to the light (representing whimsy!), well, that's me. Because I'm such a whimsical person. Really, I am. I'm a fanciful lass.
T minus 19 hours until the Rufus concert. Impending orgasm: inevitable.
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