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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I have not been able to write a decent entry in ages. all time - is relative
I asked Mike what I should write an entry on, and he said monkeys. However, I don't feel like discussing my past boyfriends.
I had a dream the other night where I was in a Hummer, and I saw Craig, my lying-cheating-no-good ex-boyfriend, on the side of the road. I tried to pull over, to offer him a ride, but I accidently ran him over. Whoops.
Mike is now suggesting I write about platypi or spleens.
My mind is far to scattered tonight to write an entry. My apologies. Blame Mike, that's what I do.
Quote for the Entry: "Life is a comedy to those who think and a tradgey to those who feel." -Unknown. Mike supplied the quote, and I thought it was pretty cool.
I do both far to much, so there is a civil war in my head everyday to see what that day is going to be. Mostly comedy wins, unless I'm PMSing.
all time - is relative