Reading your own journal is oddly wierd sometimes...
I am crazy mellow right now. It's hard to lift my arms and type. I am retracing my last few words to ensure my sentence is clear. I've changed that word ten times... still sounds funny.
The sound of two dogs in the back ground. Sweaty palms. Cold fingers, cold toes. Mouth dry, belly bloated...
Procrastination at it's best... I spelt a word I've been intimidated to spell.
I am crazy mellow right now. It's hard to lift my arms and type. I am retracing my last few words to ensure my sentence is clear. I've changed that word ten times... still sounds funny.
The sound of two dogs in the back ground. Sweaty palms. Cold fingers, cold toes. Mouth dry, belly bloated...
Procrastination at it's best... I spelt a word I've been intimidated to spell.
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vkeithv:
usually i re-read my journal and realize how lame it is-sometimes.
vkeithv:
oh, she's cute, but a pain in the ass. about food, about attention, about everything. the dogs on the other hand are quiet and good.