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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: 2003-02-03 - @ 9:15 p.m.
Zim! all time - is relative
My dad was making a root beer float when suddenly a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream flew through the air and bounced once before sticking to the floor. The dog promptly tries to eat all of it, but my dad picks it up again after he got less then 2 bites in. Then my dad walked over to the sink, washed off the remaining ice cream, and plopped it back in the root beer float.
I talked to Ben last night. I have made him cry more than any other person he has every met, and I've only known him for about 6-8 months. Damn me, damn me. At least things will hopefully get better now. I need to accept the fact that Ben chooses the way he wants to feel, and I don't have any control over that. Same with Barbara. Who now probably hates me more than ever. (Shugs) Ah well, sucks for her...
20 days untill my birthday!!! Whee!!! Concentrated attention on me!!! Yay!!!
Quote for the Entry: Zim: Gir, whatever you do, do NOT open the door!
Gir: Yes, my lord.
Gir: LEPRECHAUNS! (Opens door)" -Invader Zim
If you haven't watched Invader Zim, you will sooo not understand.
all time - is relative