I told scb about this journal.
Im not sure he was thrilled about the whole idea. he said, “oh, so now everyone knows about the night you went to sleep on the couch?” At first I tried to lie, but it was clearly obvious. “I heard you typing that night.”
“so what,” I said, “not like anyone would ever know who you were. besides, its not very interesting anyway now that Im not really dating experimentally.”
“oh, so sorry that you dont have any exciting material for your journal now.”
“thats not what I meant”
sheesh. thats what you get for being honest. first he’s uncertain about me writing about him, and then he’s offended that I’m not writing enough.
probably shouldn’t have told him.
Oh well. too late now.