I feel like a spoilt little English Princess

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The name of the subject sums it up. I've thought that it would be fun for me to spend the night, with my Doggie, Chico. I've ended up wanting to come back to my apartment, after trying to cet a connection to the Internet, five times. I've had a lot of fun with Chico between the five times that I was attempting to connect. The Chico aspect was wonderful. The computer aspect wasn't so wonderful. I was told that I could go on my parents' computer. I've tried it, and I've logged into this site. The thing is, that I didn't feel right being on this site, when I knew that my mum could be looking over my shoulder at any time, without me knowing. I like being on my own computer, better because I feel that I have more privacy. I've ended up wanting to come back here, to my apartment like a stuck-up princess. I feel like I'm going to cry. I wish that there was a way that I could connect to the Internet, no matter where I am. My folks don't have a router, and I don't have a WiFi card. If I've had access to any of these two things, I'd still be with Chico, and I wouldn't feel like crying. I think I feel like crying for an obvious reason, that's very different, and it has to do with London.

Ding! sniff sniff...Ding!

Okay. Pretend I didn't post this topic. I was having severe Mood Swings last night, when I've started this topic. I am a spoilt English Princess in a way. Though my Mental Age is average or above, I have an Emotional Age of 16. There's nothing wrong with that.

Sorry to be crude, but does that involve flicking the bean 94 times a day like most 16-year-old men do (with their own genitalia) or not?

Yes and no.

I'm trying to be very modest, as this isn't the Mature Forum.

Ignore my ribaldry - it was meant as a joke. Don't take it seriously.

oh bee-have, both of you.