I don’t really get me.
Right now I have every reason to be miserable, lack of sleep, long day at work (in media res) to be followed by another, desks to move and people to get over (lots of trouble, can’t talk about it…bugger), and a lovely sunny day outside that I get to take no part in (see ‘long day at work’).
Yet I’ve been cheerful and bouncy all day long?
Will it last? Will it survive this dissection?
Who knows, but whatever, I’ve still got room for a smile on my face.
Been listening to ‘Street Hassle’ by Lou Reed quite a lot. That and some bits and bobs of Tori Amos. I think having tunes in my head all day has helped.
That and having my legs exposed. Perhaps there’s some kind of relationship with air flow to my legs and happiness. Maybe why I feel good in a skirt.
Bah, anyway, celebrate the good mood, no matter how inexplicable (aaaahhhh).
Maybe more something later, just felt like sharing.
Wahoo.
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hehe, indeed sometimes we feel the best when technically speaking everything around us sucks…horrible to have to put up with feeling good like that for no reason, isn’t it. It makes me think that we should do that more often…just feel great in spite of it all!!
btw: like the new look of the blog!! (been away for a while…)
Good to have you back.
I don’t know, maybe I’m just grateful for the world. Once the stuff that’s worrying you has all fallen to bits, at least you don’t have to worry about it any more.
But yeah, less worry more enjoy, there’s always plenty to appreciate.
The world remains a weird and wonderful ride.
Good to know you’re having a fabulous day, Alabaster. Sometimes the best days are the days we are happy with no real reason.
heart. jane.
yes air flow to body and happiness. aye, mer nakedness. MER!
Jealous much *sigh*
I swear there’s not much to be jealous of right now. From an objective point of view my life is busy, complicated and rubbish.
Though I’m still mostly cheery. Even with full trousers on.
Which is nice.
And Fanny? Yes. Yes indeed.
Hmm… windflow eh? I suspect there might be somthing in that… now tell me, is it feasable(?) to wear sandals without socks in the rain? Cold rain, England rain? Becuause if so, it would finally solve the wet socks problem that has tainted my existence for too long. Its wet, or even damp socks that cause my moments of unhappiness. If you’re in a pub with damp socks, how could you possibly expect to walk out with a smile. You wont. Oh no, with a frown and a cold is what you’ll have. So along my travels I met this guy called greg who reminded my of you, needless to say he was a perfect companion. Tea and discussions was the name of the game. He wasnt vegan mind, and he has still not cooked me a pie, I doubt he will in the near future, for he’s in England. Alas, I think you should wonder around in Y-fronts.. all these modern kids with thier ‘boxing shorts’ or whatever they call them… I mean really. In India there are young men on posters, advertising Y-fronts by thrusting thier groins playfully at the centre of the camera, they could be more happy by the looks of things. (Much more happy then the mossad massive that sadly dominate any area of natural beauty. Idiots.) This is clearly due to the air that gaily flights along thier legs. Even I have been a bit racy and have had my legs out, you can imagine, it causes quite a stir. Apparently Im a marphonoid, its the most thrilling piece of news I heard in years, perhaps you should consider measuring your arms. This would of course be aided by wearing a sleevless vest, which not only looks good but is a useful resource for airflow utilisation. The Dalia Lama is in Australia aparently, why any would go there is, like so many things, outside of reasonable… but there are monks here nevertheless, and in the monestry (which, because it has a semblence of culture is thankfully free of the mossad massive) these monks spend the afternoons debating. Not pussy debating mind, every point, without failed, is sailed by a zelous, thunderous, fully stretched arm (possibly for airflow, possibly not), clap! yes clap! Slap! Blap! Its a wonderous sight, I sat there all afternoon. So in an hour I get to practice my english with a Tibetan with similar aims, of course I have never met them so I cant go with my legs (and tits) out…. but I shall think of you if Im in need of a smile. Peace. X
oh christ, a spelling mistake - they couldnt be more happy is what i meant
God I love you Dutta.
Thanks for that quite wonderful ramble. And I can’t believe you only picked out one typo in all of that. There’s about one per sentence….I’m particularly fond of Dalia Lama, you imagine it’s his sister or something.
Anyway, I’m glad your adventuring is sounding fun, and I hope to see you soon, marphonoid.
And yes, more air, more debate (with more vigour) and more of your legs please.
Lots and lots of love and love
Al
xxxx
Oh, and socks without sandals is ideal in rain. You get a bit nippy but you get used to it, and feet dry out much quicker than socks….which is damn handy. Socks are only needed at the peak of coldness.