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Bliss is...
Jul. 11th, 2002 11:23 pm-velvety hot cocoa on a balmy Florida night on my own little air-conditioned oasis, with extra heavy whipped cream I can't muster a single cell to feel guilty about.
-making good friends laugh.
-making yourself laugh.
-having nothing other or better to do than tinker with HTML for an entire day.
-being inundated with good music because your download service of choice has finally decided to cooperate.
-getting feedback and acknowledgement from people you look up to.
-jenn. and jenn. and jenn.
-having nails pretty and long enough to polish.
-cozy red sweaters.
-Roxette - I Wish I Could Fly
-discussing fic that seems to have endless layers. Just discussion period, because while gratuitous drooling is all well and good, my skull filling has been going *seriously* neglected. Mmm, stimulation. Thinking, you gutterchildren.
-a renewed sense of purpose. I looked over some old pictures for my biography page today and felt I had to start doing right by the ambitious little funloving spitfire in them.
Addendum: I'm choked up. I'd hoped no one would hurt me tonight, and fortunately, I'm just all kinds of happy messy goop after Kitty Fisher's latest installment in the (::fans self::) Blood Sports series. Love her. I did.
Addendum the Second: A happier birthday I couldn't wish to Michael Rosenbaum. Love, luck, and chocolate by the organic produce cratesful to you, good sir.
-making good friends laugh.
-making yourself laugh.
-having nothing other or better to do than tinker with HTML for an entire day.
-being inundated with good music because your download service of choice has finally decided to cooperate.
-getting feedback and acknowledgement from people you look up to.
-jenn. and jenn. and jenn.
-having nails pretty and long enough to polish.
-cozy red sweaters.
-Roxette - I Wish I Could Fly
-discussing fic that seems to have endless layers. Just discussion period, because while gratuitous drooling is all well and good, my skull filling has been going *seriously* neglected. Mmm, stimulation. Thinking, you gutterchildren.
-a renewed sense of purpose. I looked over some old pictures for my biography page today and felt I had to start doing right by the ambitious little funloving spitfire in them.
Addendum: I'm choked up. I'd hoped no one would hurt me tonight, and fortunately, I'm just all kinds of happy messy goop after Kitty Fisher's latest installment in the (::fans self::) Blood Sports series. Love her. I did.
Addendum the Second: A happier birthday I couldn't wish to Michael Rosenbaum. Love, luck, and chocolate by the organic produce cratesful to you, good sir.
