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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Deranged mokeys eat a lot of change. all time - is relative
This is going to be a short one, 'cause I'm tired... blah...
Andy called me, apparently just to say that he and Amy broke up...Hmmm... new developments. Interesting. As soon as I got rid of Mike, guys in abundance started springing up. Well, it makes sense, I mean, how can any flowers grow when there is too much shit on the ground? Oh, harsh...
My English teacher was more than a little irritated at me today. He was explaining to everyone that it was ok to make mistakes, that you could never learn if you never made a mistake. So I raised my hand and asked him, "But, if you never made a mistake, why would you need to learn anything?" He was sooo mad...
Last night I was sleep-eating. I ate about a third of the carrot cake that was mentioned in my last entry. I woke up with cake crumbs EVERYWHERE in bed.
Quote for the Entry: (sung in a high-pitched voice, speedy tempo) "There's a monkey in my pocket, he's eating all my change. His stare is blank and glassy, I fear he is deranged!" -Me, today
I don't know why, I just kept on singing it today. Including in front of my entire biology class. I have no shame.
all time - is relative