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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: 2003-10-11 - @ 10:41 p.m.
Cleaning up the emotional spillage all time - is relative
You are Lili St. Cyr. Creative, burlesque, and
beautiful, but with a suicidal streak.
I have no self confidence in my writing abilty right now. I feel as if everything I write is horrible juvenile, which it probably is.
I need to do some inner-house cleaning, if you know what I mean. I'll be back better for it all.
Quote for the Entry: "It's not your fault, you just end up dating these guys who turn out to be assholes..." -Peter, today.
And yet I still think of them as amazing people.
all time - is relative