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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Did I spell smidgen right? all time - is relative
Sometimes, when I am wandering around my house, I will randomly go into a ballet pose and say, "I am a beautiful ballerina!" Too many people give up their younger dreams.
I was having one of the repressed anger days. You know what I am talking about? I wanted to scream obscienties and other mean things at people, just to seem them cower. For all those days I cowered.
I love music... I don't understand it a smidgen, but I love it. I swear to god, I don't understand anything I love: music, classic books, the sound of foreign lanugues spoken sexily, males, lemon bars. Sheesh.
Speaking of lemon bars, I just ate the most delectable lemon bar that has ever passed between my lips. Mmmm, pure happiness. Not too tart, not too sweet, wonderfully crumbly. Complimented perfectly by a cool glass of milk, still frothy from pouring. Now that I've made you all hungry, I've got to go. Love you all!!!
Quote for the Entry: Geddysciple: "Excuse me, but could you be any more of a goat-blowing cock thief?"
Dynamomystic: "I doubt it sir, but if I was, it wouldn't matter, as you never had a cock in the first place." -Geddysciple and me. We were having a rousing game of, "Lets insult each other for no other reason then boredom!"
all time - is relative