5 Things that make me happy
- hot sauce that doesn't require refrigeration
- the psychotically expensive cream my sister gave me (it was a free sample from work) that helps my skin when it's too dry
- these days, my hair looks better the day I blow it out than two days later
- a closet with things I want to wear, rather than things I have to wear to keep warm
- caramel-coffee-love
- people who love me and/or want me to be happy, even though everything they do makes me crazier
- the feel of wool under my fingertips and blue shirts that match blue pinstripes
- the promise of show tunes someday
- this too shall pass, in the not too distant future
As a trivial near-example of #6, I got home last night and discovered that a late forties married man with a six yo kid sent me TWO bottles of toppest shelf bourbon, bc last time we went climbing together, that's what we drank at the bar. NRRGGGGH. I'm totally creeped out by this, and not just bc it's the second who's supposed to court the leader with coffee on cold mornings. I didn't tell you my birthday for a reason!! I thought he was sending me a card or I wouldn't've given him my address. Also, I don't drink bourbon at home - the bottle of vodka I bought when I moved to NYC would still be around if Spiderboy didn't visit. I need a roommate who likes bourbon.
While in the shower, it dawned on me that my schedule is overfull for all the stuff I have to do, so I've decided not to go to anything any more, unless it relates to job hunting, my long term research interests, exercise, or shiny clothes. Really.