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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Sheesh... all time - is relative
Sheesh.... male egos are pissing me off, and yes, this is directed at you, and no, don't say anything, you'll make it worse.
I love how I do that. I use my diary as a way of expressing what I need to say, without having to really say it, becuase I know certain people read this.
Back to my diary entry... I WANT MY HOUSE BACK!!! There are waay to many people staying at my house so that in the past four months, there has only been about 2 weeks where there was the correct number of people staying at my house. It is really starting to get to me, and it saddens me that I cannot walk around in my normal attire at night and in the early mornings, which is ratty oversized shirt s and guys boxers, sometimes only oen of the above. Grr... I want the freedom to be a slob in my own home!!!
I better go now, I should be doing something more constructive. I'm not sure what, but it is defintely something.
Quote for the Entry: "Sanity is madness put to convential and good uses." -Unknown.
Ha ha.
all time - is relative