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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(Short interlude for murder) all time - is relative
I...just...Sorry. I've been...busy. Yeah, that's it. I was busy.
Thursday night. Morgans' house. Whee-wee. SOOO glad that parents weren't home. That's all I have to say. No, I didn't do anything illegal. I cannot stand the taste of acohol.
Last night was the dance, which sucked major ass. At the end, eevryoen was so pissed at the sorry-ass excuse for a dee-jay, a bunch of senior picked him up and dunked him first in the punch bowl, then in the huge thing of powdered donuts. Nah, I was thinking about doing it. Seriously though, this guy sucked. I could have done a better job. That and although he had all of the Christina Aguilera cd's, but no Metallica. None.
This is a crappy entry though, I'm distracted. Ariel's over and just belched in my face. Excuse me, I have to go kill her.
Quote for the Entry: "Well, I don't like school. I dont' like dishes. I don't like giving blowjobs, but you don't hear me complaining, do ya?" -Me, in response to Micheal's complaint that he 'doesn't like it," wen I put make-up on him. Pansy.
all time - is relative