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Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Intoxicated By:

Clay Aiken - This Is The Night
Feeling: Exhausted

Just reached home from work. Quite a nice job, the people in charge are super friendly, and the pay is good, so I've got nothing to complain. Joyce, Rykiel and I get to work together, so it's not boring at all.

Too bad this job is for 3 days only.

Too bad, my damn shoes gave me some fucking mean blisters. I had to walk with a limp. Imagine a normal blister, but 10 times worse. So, there's no way I'm wearing covered shoes tomorrow, I'm gonna go to work in sandals. And if the security guard wouldn't let me in, I'll shove my blistered foot up his ass.

Baby's booking out soon, he's got a night off, but have to book in later by 11:30pm.

Oh, forgot to mention that baby didn't got 8-5, he got to stay in.

Which is so weird, he had downgraded to PES (is it spelt this way?) E, and all of us thought he'll get 8-5 for sure. I don't know what the hell were those people thinking when they decided to let him stay in.

Well, at least I still get to see him, even though it's for awhile.

I'm really tired, although I slept very early last night, and supposedly for normal human beings, it's enough, 8 hours. But not for Miss Ingrid Piggy Of The Piggiest. She needs definitely more than 8 hours of sleep. My eyes can hardly open.

I just want to crawl into bed and sleep and sleep and sleep.

7:22:00 PM

Yours Truly
Ingrid
25 years old
Kievan's Mommy
Still Pink Lovin'

deep inside me. a silent whisper in my mind.

sweet surrender to your love divine. peace enfolding.

in the stillness i empty my soul. and your healing presence flows.

as i breathe the air of heaven. drawing in your fragrance when i breathe.

i feel your fullness come alive inside of me. you're the breath that i breathe.

it's taking hold. like a second nature when i savour. savour you. as i breathe.