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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: 2003-06-21 - @ 10:57 p.m.
"Teacher, Stasha licked me again!" all time - is relative
My mom's friend Valerie is visting. Now, you must understand, I can, overall, get along with people that most people can't stand. (Woah, check out the mondo amount of commas in that last sentence. Dude) This woman, however, drives me insane. I have no idea why, but she makes me want to rip out my own teeth to gouge out my eardrums so I don't have to listen to her mindless constant drivel.
Did I tell you guys that my dad bought a '67 red Camaro SS? Yeah. Well, he did. Midlife crisis, anyone?
Quote for the Entry: (Directed at me) "Dude, you're like the girl in the fourth grade that went around licking people." -Natasha, a co-worker
all time - is relative