Yesterday was an awesome day. And I don't even have a reason for it. Here's what happened yesterday:
* I went to Walgreens.
* I continued to be sick as a dog, with congestion all up in the house and a giant sinus headache.
* I ate a mediocre pecan danish. A pecan from the danish stabbed me in the gum, and then my gum swelled up.
* My mom went outside and returned to tell me that someone, at some point in the day, had totally BACKED INTO MY CAR OR SOMETHING and there is now a huge dent in the driver's side rear door.
But all day yesterday, I just kept thinking, "wow, today is an awesome day! It's gorgeous outside, and life is great and the jasmine in the front yard smells so wonderful!"
It was great, but I kept wondering if someone had replaced my regular coffee withFolgers Crystals granulated MDMA.
And today--today is ALSO SHAPING UP TO BE AWESOME! FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER! I would be worried if I wasn't so satisfied.
Unrelated to being caught in the crossfire of random awesomeness, but definitely not detracting from it at all, I've come across a not unattractive, not unintelligent fellow on the internets. (And possibly most excitingly, he is an L.A. native! It is too sad, this thing about me, where if you were born in L.A. I automatically think that's the most intriguing thing about you.)
And now, I am off to CARPE this fantastic DIEM! Which I will do by sitting on the couch, hacking up a lung, watching basketball and smelling jasmine (when my nose works). Just like yesterday.
Oh! Oh! Here is another awesome thing that happened yesterday: my great aunt sent me an afghan she had crocheted expressly for my use. I had no idea she was up to such shenanigans. And it kind of wonderfully smells all over like old lady, but in the comfy safe way, not the musty stale way.
* I went to Walgreens.
* I continued to be sick as a dog, with congestion all up in the house and a giant sinus headache.
* I ate a mediocre pecan danish. A pecan from the danish stabbed me in the gum, and then my gum swelled up.
* My mom went outside and returned to tell me that someone, at some point in the day, had totally BACKED INTO MY CAR OR SOMETHING and there is now a huge dent in the driver's side rear door.
But all day yesterday, I just kept thinking, "wow, today is an awesome day! It's gorgeous outside, and life is great and the jasmine in the front yard smells so wonderful!"
It was great, but I kept wondering if someone had replaced my regular coffee with
And today--today is ALSO SHAPING UP TO BE AWESOME! FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER! I would be worried if I wasn't so satisfied.
Unrelated to being caught in the crossfire of random awesomeness, but definitely not detracting from it at all, I've come across a not unattractive, not unintelligent fellow on the internets. (And possibly most excitingly, he is an L.A. native! It is too sad, this thing about me, where if you were born in L.A. I automatically think that's the most intriguing thing about you.)
And now, I am off to CARPE this fantastic DIEM! Which I will do by sitting on the couch, hacking up a lung, watching basketball and smelling jasmine (when my nose works). Just like yesterday.
Oh! Oh! Here is another awesome thing that happened yesterday: my great aunt sent me an afghan she had crocheted expressly for my use. I had no idea she was up to such shenanigans. And it kind of wonderfully smells all over like old lady, but in the comfy safe way, not the musty stale way.
- Music:"Beautiful Day," U2

Comments
(Good lord, EVERYBODY is sick, what's going ON?!)
*may or may not have a severe nut allergy*
*Uh, may or may not have a severe onion and garlic allergy*
*allergy duel!*
(To be fair, I rarely cook with either, but that's because I'm averse to flavour.)
I'm also not allergic to peanuts. Because they are a legume. TRUFAX.
Any news on the guy in the band?
That's how I feel. Not that I'm blaming you. Or demanding that you go stalk him or anything!
And anyone on my FL who's reading this, you have never ever bored me. Ever, I promise. (That's actually kind of true--I used to have another LJ, back in the day, and that FL was FILLED with dull folks.)
Ohhhh to be not shy and like someone not shy.
OMG. I DO THIS TOO. ALL THE TIME. FOR ALL TIME, ALL MY LIFE. I HATE THIS ABOUT ME.
I thought I was the only one! Why is that? Sometimes I think it's because I get myself too worked up about someone too quickly and I burn out. But I don't really know what's to be done about that, since man/woman relationships where I'm involved move at a GLACIAL pace.
And then I'm like, yeah, if YOU want this to happen, why aren't YOU ALSO doing something, because the train has almost left the station, and I don't want to be tired with you already, but I just don't think I can help it!
I wonder what would happen if I got my way, and a guy came on totally strong, almost instantly. I would probably be creeped out and back off.
So, basically--I need to learn to live with being impossible.
And it's true; if guys come on to me, I HATE it, like hate hate hate HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE. Turns me off IMMEDIATELY. *I* want to pick them first, figure out if I like them, but then whyyyyyyyyy don't they figure it out and like me back and do something about it? *whine*
Clearly I need to rethink my strategy on intergender relations.
<-- Oldest old lady ever.
I totally read through your comments up above and have to say that I just got rid of most of the boring people on my flist....and now I am totally bored! Because although they were boring, when I had nothing better to do, I would go read their boring shit.
I totally have nothing valid to add to this post, I just wanted to leave a comment :)
And to also say YES PEOPLE WHO WERE BORN IN LA ARE AWESOME. Heee. Even if they move to the south and live in the country (ya'll).
And anyone on my FL who's reading this, you have never ever bored me. Ever, I promise.
Well, I'm TOTALLY convinced.