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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Ewww... all time - is relative
I sat down at my computer, and looked out our big picture window ono this ouse, maybe 200 hundred feet away, across the ravine. A lady outside was watering the grass wearing tan-colored pants. I said to myself, "Wow, it almost looks like she isnt' wearing pants." Then she turned around, back facing me, and I clearly saw her butt crack. She was watering her grass butt-ass naked except of a tank top. She was about 50-60ish. That won, hands down, for todays "I SO did NOT need to see that," award.
Gross
Quote for the Entry: "It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes." ~Henry David Thoreau
all time - is relative