sunday, (no)funday

today i feel: mrphed out
today i'm hearing: franz ferdinand -- eleanor put those boots back on
today i'm thinking: life (and top dog) can suck it

I am feeling like a big, fat emo-kid today. I do not like big, fat emo-kids, despite the fact that I kind of am one, especially on sundays. I also don't like sundays. And because I don't like big, fat emo-kids and I especially don't like being one and I have to go work in about ten minutes, I'm going to make a list. Because lists are the shit. Ahem.


THINGS OF HAPPINESS
a list in no particular order. by me.

01. lengthy phone calls from Paige about nothing in particular and everything in the world.
02. delicious chili.
03. odd-hour phone calls from sober people.
04. my kitty.
05. cuddle time.
06. They Might Be Giants.
07. Christie's penguin dance.
08. crayon smell.
09. realising that a random poem buried in the bowels of my notebook is surprisingly decent.
10. Spike Jonze videos (and most of the songs involved).
11. car trips with my da.
12. jazz. because it's sexy.
13. wandering around wal-mart with nothing in particular to shop for.
14. new books.
15. lying in bed listening to the rain outside.


And now Björk's stopped playing. And I need to leave.