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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no more craiggers!!! all time - is relative
Ok. New perspective. No more Craig entries. I will refrain from entering his name in here anymore, unless he does somethins truly worthy of entry space. Such as come to my door with a dozen roses and chocolates and a puppy or something, and begs me to take him back. AT which point I would push him into the fish pond, first grabbing the chocolates. But he wouldn't, so no worries. My puppy is soo adorable. I am going to get some links up here so you all can see a picture of him, he is just too adorable. I was talkign to peter, and he said something like, "I think I am going to have to compete with the puppy for your attention." I replied, "No, there isn't a competetion, he already won. Dont' worry, if you were furry and had cute floppy ears, then you would have given him a run for his money."
Quote for the Entry: "I think Steven Spielberg is going slowly crazy and trying to drag the rest of us with him." -evilkitty. She's on diaryland and a crack-up, so go check her out. p.s. If this is craig, and you are still reading my diary, please don't. You're a dick.
all time - is relative