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Feeling: Calm. Loving my life. |
Eating: Um... life?
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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Today is: 2002-05-20 - @ 8:21 p.m.
Head Banging episdode (sort of) all time - is relative
I just had exceedingly strange expirence while my father, oncse again, was bitching at me. I was saring at teh clock on the computer, and it rapidly got closer then farther away. Then it was like I was shakin my head violently back and forth, shoulder to shoulder, but my head was perfectly still. Things got really small, then really large. Exceedingly strange.
all time - is relative