2004-02-27..12:25 p.m.

Got this email from Nelle, which was for intents-and-purposes a mental purging of pent up worry and angst. She thinks she just might be falling in love with this Mike character. She�s getting hyper paranoid, overanalytical, becoming generally full of fret. Pretty much the normal reaction to unexpected falling for someone. String of shits aside, the sweaty nausea, and woeful paranoia that grips you round the throat is pretty much par for course on the miniputt of love. And unfuckingfair as it may, it's one of those traits you get as a girl. No matter how much I desparately attempt to pass off my nonchalance as symptomatic of being a dude with boobs, when it comes to guys you're genuinely into above and beyond the sex ('the sex'? it's like 'the pot' "you don't want to be getting into the sex or the pot. not while you're under my roof sonny". Fuck) it's bound to happen.

From my many boy friends, I�ve come to the general understanding that they do tend to go through the same sort of thing, but rather than discuss it at length with fellow testicularly inclined, will attempt to suppress and/or deny at all costs. I�ve no idea which is better because either way you become a gibbering mess drooling in a back alley. Love makes suckers of us all.