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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: 2002-06-18 - @ 9:59 p.m.
I didn't believe him at first, thought he was joking... all time - is relative
My dad told my mom today that becuase the dog is dying, the dog deserves the food more than my mom. Anyone else want to shoot him? I have a posse of about 4 now, write me if you care to join, in spirit or in real life. [email protected] Love everyone! Enjoy the beautiful weather, even if it is cloudy and poo-y, at least you can see the sky.
Quote for the Entry: "What a child doesn't receive he can seldom later give." ~P.D. James, Time to Be in Earnest
Ah, *ahem*, compassion? Love? You have left me sorely at a disadvantage Father.
all time - is relative