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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Bullfuckingshit all time - is relative
I hate Kristian. I dont' noramlly hate people, too much bad energy, but I fucking hate him. That bastard led me to belive that Craig cheated on me, signed off when I asked him a straight question and left me up all night, sobbing. Then the next day he tells me he has no fucking idea what the hell I am talking about. "I never said that," he whines. Bullfuckingshit. OK. I'm fine now. I have control over myself now. Honest, youcan unlock your gun cabinets now. Now I know Craig didn't cheat on me, everything is all right. And the seas settle, and the world returns to normal.
all time - is relative