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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Tommorw is friday all time - is relative
Entry, entry, entry...
I can't think of anything to write. I deleted an entry today. I've never deleted an entry before. I don't think I'll do it again.
My sister is going to be here soon. Ugh. Not fun. we defintely do not have the best relationship. I reall can't stand being talked down to, and she does it constantly. But it gets me angry, and I was angry too much today, so I am not going to talk about that.
Sometimes, I suprise myself with the depths of my weakness.
Quote for the Entry: "Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." ~Mark Twain
It isn't that I can't forgive, it's I keep getting hurt.
all time - is relative