saint-louise's Diaryland Diary
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A fluff (not fluffer) entry, just for you.
Warning: Two numbered lists ahead. They may be small, but they are mighty.
Two things I want, lots and lots and lots:
1. Reverend Horton Heat tickets. Easy enough to take care of, kids. But do I want to buy one or two? I'm used to going to concerts as a single entity, but lately I've had the desire to force myself into more social situations.
"So, yeah…I have an extra ticket. You want to come along?"
See how sly that is? It's so smooth, I want to puree it with cherries and vanilla liquor, guzzle it down, and slowly lose consciousness while listening to Pink Floyd.
2. To go to Brazil. Yes, tender lumplings. Brazil is the Chosen Location. Blessed by the Saint. There is where I've decided I will snorkel. Atomic and Ozzy are there right now, and Atomic's descriptions of the place – from the drinks, to the dolphins, and yes, even right down to the teeny-tiny bikinis – are making me so jealous, I don't know what to do other than clench my fists and salivate viciously.
It's quite a sight.
I'm going. I am. I dare you to try to stop me. I'll cut you, bitchfucker. Put down the Dose of Reality and back away slowly.
So, yeah. Two things. Right there.
Want. Need. Must have.
I've had some good stuff happen lately. But it's not the monumental, exhilarating stuff. These things are small but pleasing in that consistent, soothing manner, like letting a chocolate candy melt on your tongue so that the flavor runs down your throat ever so slooooowly.
Something like that. I think. I wouldn't know, since pretty much anything that enters my mouth is immediately bitten, chewed up, and swallowed. With a vengeance.
Okay. Stop. Shoooosh. That's enough of that.
But…the little, good things, that I am - for some reason - more prone to enjoying lately. I could go on and on, but I would risk sounding like one of those annoying "Isn't-Life-Great?" e-mails that are constantly forwarded from That Co-worker. You know, the one whose office is covered in Mary Engelbreit crapola. Who you desperately want to taunt by drawing stick figure mass suicide greeting cards, and hiding them in her file cabinets and desk drawers so she finds at random intervals throughout the day.
Tell me. Tell me. How could something wrong feel so right?
So here are three things that made my small, dreary world a little brighter recently. If not with the brilliance of the sun, at least similar to the glow of a black light reflecting against the Phish poster in a freshman dorm room.
Totally.
1. I woke up at 5:30 this morning. And realized I had two more hours to sleep.
2. Taylor got 100% on her chapter math test.
3. I had a dinner. A good dinner. A simple, good dinner. It was spicy. It made my nose run.
Glow, Louise. Glow.
3:27 p.m. - 2003-01-22
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