“makes weird references to liking boys”
is that your way of saying she’s, um, straight? because if so, i have some bad news for you on this front
I think someone else tells you what it is, cause they “know” you or whatever.
I started off just mocking-up designs in Photoshop (which I still do) and just handing it off to someone else to code. At this point I’d still go in and tweak the CSS and stuff… I realized that in order to get things exactly as I wanted them that I needed to learn a little CSS, which you can do on the internet and by trial-and-error and by using Firefox’s Web Developer toolbar (or right-click a website in Google Chrome and click ‘Inspect Element’ to see the code its made from) etc things like this.
I still need someone else to do the fancy php and all that. A designer/coder hybrid is rare. I hope to get there one day.
my writing teacher always told me i should move to missoula and write novels and be peaceful, what do you think
#ifisaythesoundtracktoRENTwouldyoujudgeme
I’ve been saying this for years and am kind of kicking myself in the arse for not doing anything about it yet. I don’t know where to start, but someone should do this (and do it RIGHT).
yes this.
i think i have at least three unanswered texts waiting for me right now, but i’ve been working / making dinner / having anxiety attacks / washing towels / staring at the moon. it really doesn’t mean that i don’t care. it really doesn’t mean anything.
have you ever tried the truffle cheese from tjs? unrelated.
this one time i went to work at the olive garden and it was like mother’s day or some horrible holiday where there’s a three hour wait, and the boy i was sleeping with, the second i got there, pulled me aside to let me know he was dating the new girl lauren (he had also captured me when i was a new girl) and so we had to stop sleeping together or whatever. but he was so mean and weird and 27 about it, and i was so 18 and fragile, so i think i locked myself n the employee closet to cry, and everyone gave me pep talks and finally the manager came in and was like, do you want to go, it’s ok, and i was like, i have to go, and it was really sweet that he let me go, and i was like, i’m gonna go home and get back to my zen center of artistic glory and not think about stupid boys anymore, and i’m going to take a BATH but the hot water wouldn’t work in my apartment on 74th & amsterdam and so i tried boiling water on the stove and then pouring it into the bath tub while talking to my grandma on the phone.
anyhow it didn’t work, so i went and saw Girl Interrupted by myself and it was awesome.
just go now. go.
get a sublet though – something month-to-month. don’t sign a year lease or anything that locks you there. you’re just going to figure out if it works when you’re living your lives together instead of living your lives apart and telling each other about your lives – and also how you get along with her friends, how it affects your relationships with your friends, etc. sublet your place while you’re gone so you can move back if you have to.
just audition the idea, is what i’m saying.
put the fucking phone away. read a book. read our website. volunteer at a homeless shelter. give blood.
no seriously, go give blood. go do something and don’t think about your phone or how much you want her to recognize your cuteness. it may never happen.
you are really fucking cute though, so you have to stop looking down at your phone and start making eye contact with other girls.
or you don’t. In my experience, valuing time with the other person - even if it’s skype time or phone time - is essential. Past that - you’ve got to make your own rules.
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this is advice for you long distance person
