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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invader Zim all time - is relative
I love invader zim. The first time I saw it I so thought I was halluciating (hey I have come up with weirder on less sleep and less food)"Our world, crushed like so many packing peanuts!" I shall intermittently inserting qoutes from invader zim. "The doom robot, the most highly advanced battle robot in the universe, Gir....." "He has chicken legs, zim." I love gir. Stupid people are so amusing "Victory, Victory for Zim!!!" (Giant flaming rocks falls on Zim.) Gotta appreciate irony. Especially of the cartoon, flaming rock kind.
all time - is relative