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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Why do I feel that I have to explain myself to this diary? all time - is relative
It is the little things that make me really happy. An enuthusicastic hello, a little love note, a stupid stuffed animal. They mean alot to me, and I know they shouldn't, becuase they are physical things (mostly), and physical things matter to me. And I am sorry for that. But they do. Love me for who I am, not who you can change me into.
Quote of the day: "Excuse me, but i just thought I'd tell you you are really beautiful." -Random old lady on the street, a few days ago. It made my whole week, and I nearly started crying.
all time - is relative