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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Can't be good, can it? all time - is relative
I keep on getting this reacurring feeling in my stomach. It isn't a good feeling. Like I am going to die.
Quote for the entry: "He's quick, he's funny, he makes me lots of money, he's Littchtenshiten!" -it ryhmed
all time - is relative