I�m pretty dried up today and there�s not much I�ll be able to write today. I�m feeling okay about everything so there�s no need to analyze every detail of today. I do a lot of analyzing, and a lot of preaching too. Sorry you guys. If I�m passionate about something I come on like a steamroller. I�m very passionate about treating people fairly.
I hate it when people pigeonhole an entire race, religion, etc. Must be the Libra in me that hates that injustice. Just call me �Justice Mama�. Nice to make your acquaintance, too.
Sorry I was so preachy yesterday. I know a few of my readers wanted to puke when I was talking about choosing love. I meant it; it really wasn�t the Prozac talking there. No, really! I really think that at some point in your life you have to choose what kind of person you are going to be. You can be a lover or a fighter. A lover, or a hater. A person that hates everybody probably doesn�t have a much of a happy existence. I want to be happy.
I just choose to see the better parts of my life, but it�s not like the dark ones don�t exist. I�m a realist too.
I had catfish and rock hard hushpuppies for lunch today. It was okay but not a bit like my grandma used to make. This catfish was a little too, uh, fishy for my taste. It made me want to go brush my tongue with a dirty rake after eating it.
You know I was going to be a good girl and eat tuna salad or chicken salad again, but I found some gristle in my chicken salad sandwich last week and it really grossed me out. I know I�m eating ground up chicken, but I don�t need to be reminded of it. Eww! I found gristle not one but two days in a row, so eating chicken salad sandwiches are out for good. The thought of biting down on another gristle sends shock waves of shudders throughout my body. Blech!
I was putting my makeup on this morning before work, and this question popped into my mind:
What makeup product can you not do without? Oh, at first I thought it was my black liquid eyeliner (which I think makes me look too damn foxy), but then I thought about it, and I decided it was my foundation. Black liquid eyeliner would look crappy if I had an uneven washed out face. So, I cannot live without my foundation, specially brought to me by Mary Kay.
I�m such a weirdo.
Hey, hopefully we�ll get that puppy this weekend. I�m really looking forward to bringing Scooby the Mini-Pin home with us.
14:21 - Friday, Jan. 23, 2004
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