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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: 2002-10-02 - @ 8:58 p.m.
Don't push me outside my warm fuzzy world. It's nice here.... all time - is relative
I broke a nail today. I never break nails. I use my nails for everything. Opening cans, screwing in screws, back scratchers, etc. It was just a little push in to a harsher reality where my nails break and worlds shattered.
Quote for the Entry: "I did my good deed for the year today." -My best friend Ariel. The sad thing was that she was so totally serious. She's great.
all time - is relative