scraps of thought
(Taking them out and smoothing out the crumples. Writing them down then folding them neatly and placing back.)
~I couldn't find my keys this morning. So I took my car key off of mom's ring. I'm so afraid I'm going to lose it and be stuck at the Green's FOREVER *scream*... *jumps up to check purse* still there.
~I decided yesterday I want a grey/steel/red kitchen. Red tile. *smile* This realization came at IKEA. There is a hate/love feeling for that store. I love thier stuff and imagining creating my own home. I hate that all I can do is imagine *grrr* Someday.
~Left my camera at home today on purpose. Haven't done that for weeks. Giving myself a break.
~I created a new icon. All mine *smile*
~Livejournal is so much better than xanga... because hardly anybody reads it and I write for me and future. And that's comforting sometimes. My expectations being so low.
~Papa has pinkeye. And he was laying on my bed this morning. I didn't have the heart to ask him to stay far far away. Mostly since I'd already 5 mins ago told him I was avoiding him because of germs. But if I get sick I'm going to have a furious cry and beware the little child that asks, "What's wrong?".
~Why did the rain have to leave?
~Dreamed about a yellow swimsuit and a deserted beach. Something about carboard boxes as an abode.
~*hums* Here comes the sun....
~I couldn't find my keys this morning. So I took my car key off of mom's ring. I'm so afraid I'm going to lose it and be stuck at the Green's FOREVER *scream*... *jumps up to check purse* still there.
~I decided yesterday I want a grey/steel/red kitchen. Red tile. *smile* This realization came at IKEA. There is a hate/love feeling for that store. I love thier stuff and imagining creating my own home. I hate that all I can do is imagine *grrr* Someday.
~Left my camera at home today on purpose. Haven't done that for weeks. Giving myself a break.
~I created a new icon. All mine *smile*
~Livejournal is so much better than xanga... because hardly anybody reads it and I write for me and future. And that's comforting sometimes. My expectations being so low.
~Papa has pinkeye. And he was laying on my bed this morning. I didn't have the heart to ask him to stay far far away. Mostly since I'd already 5 mins ago told him I was avoiding him because of germs. But if I get sick I'm going to have a furious cry and beware the little child that asks, "What's wrong?".
~Why did the rain have to leave?
~Dreamed about a yellow swimsuit and a deserted beach. Something about carboard boxes as an abode.
~*hums* Here comes the sun....