you can't explain what the feeling is like when you're out there.
Firstly and most importantly, happy birthday to the gorgeous eileenyx!
Secondly and considerably less importantly, I've been feeling a little sorry for myself over the past week or so because I'm annoying like that. So, inspired by the ever lovely malinowy (♥), I thought I'd remind myself of some of the little reasons why I should pipe down and cheer up.
Seeing my love, Harry Kewell, back in the green & gold in what was an aesthetically pleasing 1-0 victory by the Aussies over Paraguay. This article. The immense and immediate satisfaction that nail lacquer provides. Ridiculous episodes of Charmed (a tautological phrase, perhaps). Amazing episodes of Gilmore Girls (allow me my vices). Small-talk with Steven Gerrard. The fuck-yeah-I-deserved-that feeling of getting top marks for papers which have claimed a lot of my sleep, sanity and social life (alliteration: the most glorious vice of all). The mindblowing comments that the readers of Traces have left me since the first chapter (it always flummoxes me when writers don't reply to comments on fic, because I'm always so, so grateful and surprised when readers take the time to leave them). My dad, who walked through the rain for me several times on the weekend. My cat's Liverpool FC collar. All the support that Liverpool has received from fans of other clubs. The idea of Philipp Lahm opening a tulip store (the tulip is my favourite flower) and my dad's subsequent claim that the occupation would suit Lahm, who is "pretty, with his mascara eyes". The dinner cruise that my friend is holding this weekend for her 21st. Finally finding cause to use my pink impulse-buy of a thermos on Saturday. Yawning, actually yawning! Farewell for now, insomnia, my old foe.
Well, that was easier than expected. And I'd expected it to be tremendously easy. Now, quite directly stolen from malinowy: What has made you smile lately? Whose-Line-esque nugatory points for the most obscure responses.
Secondly and considerably less importantly, I've been feeling a little sorry for myself over the past week or so because I'm annoying like that. So, inspired by the ever lovely malinowy (♥), I thought I'd remind myself of some of the little reasons why I should pipe down and cheer up.
Seeing my love, Harry Kewell, back in the green & gold in what was an aesthetically pleasing 1-0 victory by the Aussies over Paraguay. This article. The immense and immediate satisfaction that nail lacquer provides. Ridiculous episodes of Charmed (a tautological phrase, perhaps). Amazing episodes of Gilmore Girls (allow me my vices). Small-talk with Steven Gerrard. The fuck-yeah-I-deserved-that feeling of getting top marks for papers which have claimed a lot of my sleep, sanity and social life (alliteration: the most glorious vice of all). The mindblowing comments that the readers of Traces have left me since the first chapter (it always flummoxes me when writers don't reply to comments on fic, because I'm always so, so grateful and surprised when readers take the time to leave them). My dad, who walked through the rain for me several times on the weekend. My cat's Liverpool FC collar. All the support that Liverpool has received from fans of other clubs. The idea of Philipp Lahm opening a tulip store (the tulip is my favourite flower) and my dad's subsequent claim that the occupation would suit Lahm, who is "pretty, with his mascara eyes". The dinner cruise that my friend is holding this weekend for her 21st. Finally finding cause to use my pink impulse-buy of a thermos on Saturday. Yawning, actually yawning! Farewell for now, insomnia, my old foe.
Well, that was easier than expected. And I'd expected it to be tremendously easy. Now, quite directly stolen from malinowy: What has made you smile lately? Whose-Line-esque nugatory points for the most obscure responses.