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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WARNING: ANGER ENTRY!! NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY LOST ARTICLES OR MINDS! all time - is relative
Dammit. My mom just came in and declared I was obssessed with Diaryland. I swear to god she needs to find somethnig wrong with me everyday, or she considers that day wasted. She tells me I bottle up my emotions, then , when I release them in a non-negative way, she calls me obbsessive. Friggin A, just leave me the hell alone. You wonder why I say that, why I want you to leave me alone? Well, maybe thats because every time I am around you, you critize me to no end! At least I don't fail at everything I try!! I never asked for you opinion, it doesn'tr matter to me! I am who I am, and nothing you can do or say can change that! If you dont' like the way I turned out, ask yourself who raised me. Then kiss my ass.
(Confidential to Peter: If you want me to put happy things in my diary, make me happy, don't piss me off.)
Quote for Entry: "Parents often talk about the younger generation as if they didn't have anything to do with it." ~Haim Ginott
all time - is relative