TheDMW

Just wanted to get that last way-too-long journal off my front page. Anybody wanna peanut?

I just woke up from a crazy dream about my boyfriend and I need to journal it before I forget it. It started out in the hallway at lunch, which is where we both eat with our various cliques and where I'm most likely to find him to set up a time for a date or whaever.  Now that I think back on it, it was actually the hallway in my elementary school.  Anyways, in addition to all his real life friends that eat with him, there were two or three little hispanic girls there calling him their boyfriend.  I didn't know exactly how to defend myself as the true girlfriend here because we still have not, in as many words, said that we are bf/gf.  Anywa

Ladies and gentlemen I am now typing to you for the first time on my brand new computer, an HP... um.... an HP... um... you know I'm not even sure where to find the name of the model anymore.  Quick, I know, I was suprised.  I only found out I'd be getting her this afternoon.  I didn't pick her out, she came to me via a no-lemon replacement policy and the requisite geek (thankfully not a Geek Squad geek) said that she was the closest match technologically to Enrique so she's the one I got.  Very sexy, I must say.  And very feminine.  As you may have guessed by the title, her name is Miranda.  Getting XP is no longer an option, so Vista it is.