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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Hee he he. :-d <--I'm trying to touch my tounge to the tip of my nose. all time - is relative
Just a sort of odd day. There is this guy, he livesin thousand oaks, who I talk to online occasionally. I feel bad for him for some reason. He has such a desire to prove himself, and I can't figure out why.... interesting. He says he ig self-centerd, but I don't know. I am worse, I know that for sure. He he he, I sorta wish you all could see me write now. Well, actually, the wa I am typing. I have my legs propedp on the cmputer desk and i am half-laying on my back with my arms reaching through to the keyboard to type. He he he, I am so strange...I miss Peter. I don''t really care if he reads this, ecause this diary is for me, not for him or anyone else. But I miss him. BY the way, thank you so much raw-hate, you helped me more then you know. I might take you up on that at some later date, so don't be suprised. Buhbye all.
Quote for the Entry: "You can't wake a person who is pretending to be asleep."
Navajo Proverb
Because I am still trying to figure out what it means. Can anyone help me?
all time - is relative