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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: 2003-03-17 - @ 9:55 p.m.
God I'm glad I'm not dating him anymore. all time - is relative
I'm pissed, sad, and tired. I am going to bed.
Quote for the Entry: "So, Stasha, when are you leaving?" -Mike, interrupting everyone at the party.
Fuck you. I'm not dating you any more, you can't treat me like shit anymore. I don't care if it's your birthday, I'm tired of your immature tempertantrums.
all time - is relative