"silk" is so a verb
life life life life.
oh my gosh.
life.
So last weekend I decided two things: 1)that I am going to gain 5 pounds, and 2) that i was going to be happy this week. An ideal week to do it because, unbelieve as it may be, there was no b***** this week.
So five days later I still weigh within the same half pound that weigh no matter the time of day, stuffed or starving, bundled up or.. not..., rain or shine, happy or melancholy. But. I am happy.
I am happy, optimistic, unworried, and not looking any further into the future than my narrow little field of vision really cares to right now. Whatever it takes. I also established that the happiness could have however many pounds of chocolate chips, miles of silkies and hours of "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" that it needed. I didn't really need so many, but they were a nice final touch.
You know whats awesome--- people who ooze pure, true happiness and joy with the world, especially people, around them; maybe for their own amusement, maybe for others' entertainment, but they don't care at ALL, not in the teeniest tiniest little bit, what they look like or what other people think of them. Its especially cool when they are actually incredibly funny or witty of course, but even when not... And it surprises people, makes them visibly uncomfortable even, which while pathetically sad, is terribly amusing and inspiring to watch.
And then i went an saw a very good movie that reminded one of the incredible value of a life, and the specialness of the simple act of living.. but through discovery and tragedy, not corny predictableness.
in conclusion my computer hates me and i hate it ten times more and this is only a sketch of what i had originally written here which is lame but maybe fortunate. but im not in the mood for holding grudges.
Wow. Remind me to read this come the end of my happily shorted view of the future. 3 days.
oh my gosh.
life.
So last weekend I decided two things: 1)that I am going to gain 5 pounds, and 2) that i was going to be happy this week. An ideal week to do it because, unbelieve as it may be, there was no b***** this week.
So five days later I still weigh within the same half pound that weigh no matter the time of day, stuffed or starving, bundled up or.. not..., rain or shine, happy or melancholy. But. I am happy.
I am happy, optimistic, unworried, and not looking any further into the future than my narrow little field of vision really cares to right now. Whatever it takes. I also established that the happiness could have however many pounds of chocolate chips, miles of silkies and hours of "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" that it needed. I didn't really need so many, but they were a nice final touch.
You know whats awesome--- people who ooze pure, true happiness and joy with the world, especially people, around them; maybe for their own amusement, maybe for others' entertainment, but they don't care at ALL, not in the teeniest tiniest little bit, what they look like or what other people think of them. Its especially cool when they are actually incredibly funny or witty of course, but even when not... And it surprises people, makes them visibly uncomfortable even, which while pathetically sad, is terribly amusing and inspiring to watch.
And then i went an saw a very good movie that reminded one of the incredible value of a life, and the specialness of the simple act of living.. but through discovery and tragedy, not corny predictableness.
in conclusion my computer hates me and i hate it ten times more and this is only a sketch of what i had originally written here which is lame but maybe fortunate. but im not in the mood for holding grudges.
Wow. Remind me to read this come the end of my happily shorted view of the future. 3 days.