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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sorry about before all time - is relative
Sorry about the previuos entry. I dont' really know who I am apoligizing to, except maybe peter, and I have plenty better reasons to be apoligizing to him other than writting a crappy entry. I am just sort of losing interest, in this, in my friends, in everything. No, I don't do drugs, my world is scary enough as it is. I don't know and I don't really care anymore. People at church, they tellme "oh, you are such a sweet girl, such an example of god's light, so beautiful, so smart, so talented"....etc, etc, etc I don't even know who I become when I go to church , but is sure as hell not me. I just smile and thank them, and sort of pity their ignorance. I go to church because I am expected to, there is food, and occasionaly I actually learn something, but more often then not, it is from listening to the people back in the kitchen rather then some super ego freak on a power trip up on stage. I can just imagine everyones faces if they just read that lasst sentence. But they won't. Anonomity is safe. Lonely, but safe.
all time - is relative