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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: 2003-06-26 - @ 1:09 p.m.
I am not the whore for once! all time - is relative
I have been getting fucking lazy.
In the words of Peter, I am a john of the whore that is the internet. Do you want to know what I went and did? I downloaded and printed out a copy of Harry Potter and The Order of the Pheonix. Yup, printed it out on my own little printer. It only took about 2 and a half hours, and I only had to refill the paper about 8 times. (p.s. It's worth it)
Weird things have been happening lately concerning my apperance. I've had 4 complete strangers come up to me and tell me that I looked remarkably like Julia Stiles from Save The Last Dance. At work, an old lady asked me if Migliaccio was my married name. The next day, a different lady asked me how long I had been engaged (I was wearing a cheap cubic zircona ring, and it just happened to be on my left ring finger. Half of my co-workers thought I was twenty, because my manager told them so (he thought I was too). My hair has grown about 2 inches in the past month, which is amazing, because my hair grows incredibly slowly. Freaky. Maybe I'm turning into Julia Stiles.
Quote for the Entry: "I hope you have lost your good looks, for while they last any fool can adore you, and the adoration of fools is bad for the soul. No, give me a ruined complexion and a lost figure and sixteen chins on a farmyard of Crow's feet and an obvious wig. Then you shall see me coming out strong. " ~George Bernard Shaw, to Mrs. Patrick Campbell
all time - is relative