Feb 15, 2007 14:48
Yesterday was one of the best Valentine's days ever. I resurrected one of the loudest, appropriately coloured frocks, and maintained my superb mood and humour, despite my angry sinuses. There were breasts (I bought the fock before the puberty monster got too carried away), and compliments, and amazing dinner at which there was minimal stress, maximum hugs, and lots of warm bodies there with good sentiments.
Mush, mush, mush. I know. More mush than the iditarod.
Anyway, we had an amazing slumber party were we drank and laughed and smoked and painted each others nails and I was pretty much surrounded by love.
I'm feeling pretty poly- in every way... like I can just throw out lots of good energies and they will come back ten-fold. It's pretty... neat.
And so my face is still mad at me, but I'm in such a good place. Deposited big cardboard check; Bank account went from $47.00 to 47.00 with a number and a zero in front of it. Wow, that feels good. I've never felt cushioned before.
I'm almost feeling guilty for the rash of good-moodliness. I want to spread it. I've been smiling at other humans on the street and sometimes they smile back! It's pretty hilarious. Also, puppies still make me laugh.
God, I am so fucking saccharine. Maybe I should post something warped? Like this:
Floh: "What do necrophiliacs flag in the hanky code?"
Raimi: "Um. I don't think they neeeeed to flag..."
And then there was a pause... and then we got it.
Similarly:
Me: "Julie, before I tell you this story, are you freaked out by poo?"
Julie: "...depends what you're doing with it."
Which is, reasonably, a good answer.
Also, I love food. Losing my appetite due to the plague, but loving food. I'll explain later, in a more political rant. Remind me.
happy,
saccharine,
warped,
dorky