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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Velvet Morphine all time - is relative
I...just...FUCK YOU!
(Seethes for a moment. Then quiets and gently breathes, releasing the anger, feeling love and acceptance replace where anger once resided.)
No, didn't work. My parents are still assholes.
I am getting a rather cruel lesson in patience. I have absolutely no idea what is going on between Andy and I, but whatever it is, it cannot be rushed. I just sit back and enjoy being around him when I can. When I can't, well, I enjoy myself anyways. I would just rather enjoy myself with him.
Quote for the Entry: "Everytime I fall in love I choke so hard for weeks my body aches." -The Velvet Teen, Penning the Penultimate.
That song, whenever I listen to it, is a shot of morphine to me. He drags his k's out so long on the word 'take', when it finally does arrive, it is reminiscent of a kiss.
all time - is relative