It's my party and I'll smile if I want to...

[caitlination]

I had the nicest most beautiful weekend in living memory. I love all my friends. I love birthdays. I love lollies. I love orange dresses. I love gold stilettos. I love black stilettos. I love bacon and eggs and tomato and toast and pancakes and fresh fruit that taste better than any cafe because they're cooked by good friends laughing and joking. I love present time. I love the presence of the people at present time. I love the happy birthday song. I love how easily my friends and I cleaned up what looked almost like a hurricane devastated area. I love yum-cha. I love Victor where ever he is. I love green beans. I love my mum and littlest brother. I love my family. I love my room. I love the Brisbane weather, the soft heat and cool breeze. I love the way my fan blows the red sarong hanging from my window over my shoulder as I sit at my computer. I love how the paper cranes hanging from my roof sway hypnotically as the fan pushes the air around. I love that our summer comes barging in pretending to be 'spring'. I love the four books I am reading at the moment. I love the old chinese tea set that was donated to me. I love tea.
I love my friends flung out in far suburbs of Sydneys. I love birthday messages from gorgeous boys at uni and fun girls from work. I love avocado. I love handbags. I love babushka dolls.

I do not love AMB200 Consumer Behaviour. At all.