Eating: Um... life?
Drinking:Dasani water
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.
Listening to: *Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
Chatting with: Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.
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Begining entry that started it all. all time - is relative
Yes, this in the premire diary entry, and to be honest, I sort of feel stupid, and I hate feeling stupid. One of the few (ok, numerous) things a person can do to piss me off is to make me feel stupid, and this is making me feel stupid, so I am already pissed at this thing, so I don't think I am off to the greatest of starts. I never am it seems. Most people assume (half correctly) that I am a bitch within the first 10 minutes of meeting me. I don't blame them. I have issues. Well, everyone does so I geuss it is sort of a cheap cop-out, but I neesd someone to blame, and it sure as hell isn't gonna be me. Instead of just being a font on a computer screen, I should probably give you a mental picture of myself, since you are already forming one, probably of a girl with horns and a vindictive tounge. Since it is how I veiw myself sometimes, I don't espically want to change it. I will leave that that to the next entry, when I feel more like self flattery then self abuse, as I do now. It is eaier for me to insult someone then flatter them, which is sad. But more for later.. dirty dishes are calling. Actually it is my mother shrieking, but I felt like being half-way romantic. It failed.
all time - is relative