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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Sidewalk art (I am soo underappreciated) all time - is relative
My boyfriend is such a mush-ball. Today, for absolutely no reason, he leaves at lunch to go get me a rose. And a few other presents as well. I think he may be partially psychic, and picked up on the fact I was going to dump him. But I highly doubt it.
Today I was waiting with my friend Tatiana for the city bus to pick us up and take us home. We have to wait nearly a half an hour, so understandably, I get bored. I realized I needed bus fare, so I dig out my change. I had a lot of pennies, so I decided to leave them on the bus bench for someone to find. Then I spot some rocks on the ground and decided to do a new age sort of design. I used rocks, pennies, strips of paper, tin foil, a flower, and some pine needles.I tried to do a little diagram, but it didn't work out. It looked like a little sun with flower in the middle. It was very pretty. I named it Priscilla, and was sad when I had to leave her.
Quote for Entry: "Does the song of te sea end at the shore or in the hearts of those who listen to it." -Kahlil Gibran
all time - is relative