Scared much?

I AM SO MORTIFIED.

This might have been stupider than giving you my notebook, since this time it's all about you. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. Of course, now I regret it, but can't do much about that now, except put a tracker on the website to see if you ever actually look at it. I won't do that either. I guess I'll jst assume that at some point you do.

What the fuck was I thinking?
Well now I guess I'll just summarize, just in case you get tired of reading:

13 Mars --- Pretty much sums up how I was feeling on and off since last December (though not so much since then, which is obvious by the lack of blogging). I guess now you know that a month ago I sent an e-mail saying that you were hot. That's mortifying in itself.
12 Mars --- This one is really stupid, and you're not mentioned at all, so don't go trying to find any hidden meaning. It's just me ranting about Ashland.
30 Janvier --- I had some intuitive feeling that you would read this, and so I wrote this letter to you.
24 Janvier --- This was just rambling. If you're bored at this point, don't bother. It's the impromptu story of how I would write French/English/Tibetan (which isn't really a language) books if I had a parachute.
21 Janvier --- This is about Kay Sackinger, not you, in case you were wondering.
20 Janvier --- An intro, and a list of my favorite people.

I know that this is a really long preface, but I'm pretty embarrassed, and I don't really want you to think that all I write about is you, because that was the whole point of this log, because I didn't want to talk to people about it, and I thought my notebook deserved more variety. So this is pretty in accurate, but it obviously served it's purpose.

Thing is, I'm not quite put together right now, so ummmmm... Take with Grains of salt?