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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please, dont' let it be true all time - is relative
I really hope I am just being paranoid and people are just messing with me, becuase I sure as hell dont' want to have my boyfriend lying to me. I don't think I could deal with it. I love him so fucking much, and if he lied to me... I don't really know what I could believe in anymore. I don't really want to think about this anymore, I can't even get ahold of him to talk about this, so he can tell me the truth, and I can stop feeling this way.
Quote of the Entry: "Do you want something to make you feel better?" -Lisa, she swore they were just vitamins, I don't care anymore...
all time - is relative