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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: 2002-11-26 - @ 9:37 p.m.
Then who the hell wrote this? all time - is relative
Hm...Entry...Nothin's comin to me...
Wait, what, is that insipiration?....nah... just gas....dammit...
(Goes, gets can of peaches, eats while staring mindlessly at screen thinking of socks)
(Eats last of peaches, continues trying to eat until finally realizing there is no food left in the can)
What the hell happened to my peaches? Dammit. What the hell was I doing at the computer again?
(Gets up, wanders off)
Quote for the Entry: "The doctor said my nose wouldn't bleed so much if I kept my fingers out of there...-Ralph Wiggums.
all time - is relative