Get off the internet.

My boyfriend integrated this journal onto my website, so I'm going to stop talking shit about him. For now.

However, his response to my plea for his help with webdesigning was to install Dreamweaver on my laptop and tell me to have at it. I usually come home with a puking headache after work each day (due in part to the abysmal lighting situation) so it's been an uphill battle. It looks a bit like my Dandy Warhols fanpage made in Geocities in 1998 did, which is not ideal.

If you'd like to help me, I'll repay you by dressing in a scantily clad manner on cam or something. If anyone still wants to see that shit.