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| Archive for 3/19/2004: When you have a good day, it just permeates into your entire body and soul. My day wasn't perfect, and there were a few serious things that happened, but all in all, I just love a good day. First off, fridays are great because I get to hang out in a one-on-one setting with my best friend. I wouldn't trade that for the world... well, seems I would at times, but that's another issue, and one I don't want to get into right here right now. I'm actually enjoying the string games and braclet making stuff. The only nuisance for me is how do I use them afterwards? Do I give them to a friend, do I put it somewhere? What do I do with it? Mmmm... Peanut Butter Jumble Ice Cream. Gotta love anything with Reeses in it! It makes up for not drinking any soda this whole week. That's right, from last monday until next monday, I am not drinking anything you would classify as soda; and don't ask me to classify it. I can still drink purple kool-aid though. Yippee for kool-aid! Work? Work was normal. Not much to say about it. They gave me a hard section as usual, and I was one of the last group to leave (as usual). Same old same old. I'm falling even more in love with you Letting go of all I've held onto I'm standing here until you make me move I'm hanging by a moment here with you Yeah, I love music, I think I am an auditorily dominated person. Then again, sight and touch are big for me too. That will probably be a question we will have to answer on my next health quiz. It's funny though, how I react to music. A good song will wipe my world away, and I know of many good songs. Welcome to this heart of mine Buried under prideful vines Grown to hide the mess I've made Inside of me come decorate Lord And open up the creaking door And walk upon the dusty floor Scrape away the guilty stains Until no sin or shame remains..... |
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