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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: 2003-01-25 - @ 2:19 p.m.
I'm really glad Mike doesn't read this diary anymore, or else I'd have to hit him with a ballpeen. all time - is relative
When Geddysciple told me what a ballpeen was, I just wrote him off as being a dork. Because, he, well, is. Dorks know these types of things. But then I find out I have a bunch of emails and notes telling me what a ballpeen is. Now I just feel stupid. Have you ever had that happen to you? You ask a question and absolutely EVERYONE else knows the answer? It's cool though, I can just blame it on my hair color.
I miss Mike. I will get over him, but I miss him. Bah...
I will shortly be posting pictures of winter formal, or at least the good ones. Once again, if you want to see them, and haven't previously contacted me, then you need to drop me a line.
I gotta go loves, be back soon! I love you!
Quote for the Entry: "I miss the way you taste." -song on the radio.
all time - is relative