Below are the most recent 5 friends' journal entries.

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008
kriostoir	4:38p	Féach Ná bíodh imní ort Ná bíodh faitíos ort roimh réimh Bí cinnte pé rud é atá le déanamh anois agat Go ndéanfaidh tú díreach i gceart é má chreideann tú é Ná bíodh aon eagla ort Déan ar fad é mar a dhéanfadh tú é tú féin Bí cinnte treor a lorg ó dhuine éigin a thuigeann treor Ach muna bhfuil éinne ann, is cuma, lorg é uait féin Ná bí ró-mhí-fhoighneach Tá chuile rud ag gluaiseacht ar a luas féin Is cinnte go dtiocfaidh aighneas chugat má bhíonn tú ró-mhí-fhoighneach Díreach bí cinnte gan do chos a chur faoi do choiscéim féin Seachain an dallamullóg Seachain an dallamullóg Seachain an dallamullóg 'S ná, ná creid é má thuigeann tú é Féach cé chomh mór is atá na sléibhte Féach cé chomh mór is atá an fharraige Féach cé chomh mór is atá an domhan i gcomparáid leis na daoine beaga atá ina gcónaí ann Ná bíodh aon amhras ort Má tá ceist agat freagrófar é Fiú má thagann freagra chugat eolas ná fios feasa Caithfidh tú éirí arís san maidin leanacht ar aghaidh le do shaol Seachain an dallamullóg Seachain an dallamullóg Seachain an dallamullóg 'S ná, ná creid é má thuigeann tú é. Ná bí ró-chuthaileach Mar nach bhfuil aon fáth go mbeadh náire ort fút féin Tógadh tú mar a tógadh tú, is rugadh tú cár rugadh tú Má bhraitheann tú rud in easnamh beidh an leigheas ionat féin Seachain an dallamullóg Seachain an dallamullóg Seachain an dallamullóg 'S ná, ná creid é má thuigeann tú él. Mar má bhreathnaíonn tú air go géar b'fhéidir go bhfeicfidh tú é Má fheiceann tú go soiléar é b'fhéidir go dtuigfidh tú é Má thuigeann tú go léir é b'fhéidir go luascfaidh sé tú Nó go leigheasfaidh sé tú nó go luascfaidh sé tú Má thuigeann tú go dtuigeann tú, go dtuigeann tú Má thuigeann tú leat mé Féach cé chomh mór is atá na sléibhte Féach cé chomh mór is atá an fharraige Féach cé chomh mór is atá an domhan i gcomparáid leis na daoine beaga atá ina gcónaí ann (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 30th, 2008
shimmerdance	8:40a	miraculous product My darling Juliana sent me some moroccan rhassoul clay to use on my face. She said it was marvelous and might help my allergies. OMG!!!! I look halfway human after just one application. I think I am going to buy a truckload of the stuff and bathe in it. I look so much better than I did yesterday morning. still not great, but not humiliating, either. Sometimes, that's the best one can hope for in the moment. just in time for Mark to arrive in about 3.5 hours!!!! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!! I must scurry off and clean things. Also, car is most likely going to be fixed at NO charge, as the ignition was recalled on my year and model!!!!!! Hot diggity!!!! Current Mood: relieved (15 Comments |Comment on this)
shimmerdance	8:38a	Happy birthday to You!!!! Happy birthday to digitalshepherd and corneliuswolf. I hope your day is filled with splendid surprises. *hug* (23 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 27th, 2008
kriostoir	4:06p	Also... i have a labret piercing now. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, August 25th, 2008
shimmerdance	12:15a	sub-optimal my day was difficult, a thousand small things... it was a beautiful sunny morning. I put my clothes out to dry on the porch. It started to rain. After I left home to go to a... family party, not too painful. Only... we were talking about family histories and allergies. My mom was saying I got the allergies from my dad's side of the family. Oh? Says my aunt? Mom says, "Oh yes, just look at her skin." I wilted. It costs so much emotional effort for me to go out looking the way I do. My face is swollen, red, wrinkled, old... 2 years ago, I had beautiful skin and no one ever guessed how old I was. Now I look older than I am. I hate it. The allergies take a physical toll on my energy, but worse, they destroy my self-esteem. I know I am more than my appearance. I know it isn't the most important thing about me. But it is my FACE. And I don't look like me. And it hurts me every time I have to leave my house and have people see me. It hurts me to have friends visit and have them see me. It fucking hurts. But I came to the party. I came to the fucking party. When I left my home, I was feeling like I looked more or less okay. (given my current value of "okay" which is really not anything like okay) I left feeling ugly. During brunch, I asked my sister if we could send my kids home with her husband so she and I could hang out for a while, go shop, have a drink... We made the arrangements. I was feeling good about this. She and I don't see each other much, and there is some tension. She hasn't been to my house in literally years. I live on the other side of the city from everyone else. No one visits much. Anyway... I thought this would be a good step. So we got in the car. I said, where should we go for a drink? A drink? sha asked, as if this were the first she had heard of it. Yeah, I said. "Why? Am I in trouble?" WTF? Am I such a bitch that an invitation to drinks evokes fear? We had our drink. (note to self: peach marguerita, and probably alcohol in general is not good on the inflamed skin.) It was fun. I picked up my kids and we headed for home. We are in a car that is not mine, as mine is having unknown problems and needs to go to the mechanic. Again. borrowed car appears to be slow to move at red lights. I haven't driven an automatic in probably 25 years. Maybe that's how they are? I don't think so, though. It doesn't seem to have any power in lower gears. I turn the car into a parking lot to check. The temperature light shows cool, but there is steam coming off the hood and it feels quite hot to the touch after only 5 minutes of driving 30mph. this doesn't seem right. But my dad isn't reachable by phone, and since I can't see anything wrong, and nothing is smoking, I drove on home. I got to the bottom of my hill and the car just wouldn't go up the driveway. I had to put it into low manually and then it went up just fine. I feel like car kryptonite. I haven't had the fucking thing for 24 hours and I may have killed it? What the FUCK am I supposed to do now? Take both cars to the garage? I'm still trying to figure out how to pay for just one. We got home and my daughter pitched an adolescent fit about some small thing. I was in a bad mood and was short. I apologized a few minutes later, but she went to bed without speaking to me. I spent forever trying desperately to fall asleep. My skin hurts, my brain hurts, my heart aches, I'm sad and stressed. And then I hear it... a sudden loud splash and the perfect end to my perfect day. I get up and go put a bucket under the leak that is coming through the light in my bedroom ceiling. (41 Comments |Comment on this)