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Feeling: Calm. Loving my life. |
Eating: Um... life?
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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Today is: 2002-08-26 - @ 11:17 a.m.
I can hope... all time - is relative
My parents don't seem to understand that I really don't get along with girls very well. Friendship-wise I mean. It has always been easier for me to get along with guys. And so my parents think I am a slut becuase guys call me. To talk to me, not to try to get into my pants. I wonder if I tell my parents tha I'm a lesbian they'll leave me alone...?
Quote for the Entry: "The black said to the white, 'If you were grey I would be lenient with you.'" -Kahlil Gibran.
all time - is relative