(I wrote this yesterday…)
Despite the fact that I didn’t actually sleep this morning, I’ve had a wonderful day. Because…
- I wrote a poem. Then translated said poem into French. I think it might be nicer in French, haven’t decided yet (thanks B for helping me out)
- finally worked out how to open the stupid bloody laundry door. This is no mean feat, the lock’s well buggered up the anal cavity
- someone who I missed is back in my life and it’s like we were never apart (I mean you J, if you read this)
- the guy at the coffee shop at work thinks I’m cute, even without the pink hat (even if he doesn’t remember my name - I mean, who does anyway?)
- I made a new friend at said coffee shop because of the ace xkcd tee I was wearing (thank you Randall Munroe - social retards like me need friends)
- my boss said nice things about me on my evaluation (he’s so nice it’s almost criminal NOT to have a crush on him. I don’t, I promise)
- holy fuck, someone just made some really funny racy comment directed at me on Facebook. I mean, I really laughed my head off - haven’t done that for ages…(it was pretty…direct)
- I have a few really lovely friends, they make me gush…
Violent_Kitten | 19-Jun-08 at 9:38 pm | Permalink
A very fantabulous day
It’s a good idea to write the good stuff that happens. I should do that more often.
Grace Notes @ Snarkattack | 20-Jun-08 at 12:30 am | Permalink
I’ve been incredibly lucky of late. The other day, a friend bought me a pint of beer because I told him a boy treated me like crap, and this lovely lady I know sent me a very fragrant present…
yeah, things have been good 