Four For Friday
TGIF, Lurkdom. It's a balmy 70-something in Boston with humidity that can make the flattest hair rival that of a French Poodle. A huge-ass rainstorm is on it's way and the sky is this awful dishwater gray. Basically, it's depressing. What better way to get undepressed than to think about the happy.
Giraffes. There's something about their faces that make me smile. Whenever I'm at the zoo, I spend a lot of time watching them. They're pretty and docile and have tiny horns on their heads. Also, I used to have one as an imaginary culprit.
Comfy pants. I love snuggling into a pair of oversized lounge pants once I'm down for the count. As most writers I know can attest, nothing is better than being comfortable when working. It actually helps the brain relax too.
The Stripey and White Ones. Like you didn't see this coming. They purr, cuddle, and do cute pouncey stuff with random house stuff.
The Sun. It's true. Above all else, I'm happier when the Daystar is out. It burns and it's hot, but it makes everything crisper and cheerier.
What makes you happy?
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Last.fm hit of the day: Rock Me by Great White
REMINDER: Music Month is still happening. Best quote of the week wins a mix CD!
Four Friday: Happiness Edition
Comfy pants. I love snuggling into a pair of oversized lounge pants once I'm down for the count. As most writers I know can attest, nothing is better than being comfortable when working. It actually helps the brain relax too.
The Stripey and White Ones. Like you didn't see this coming. They purr, cuddle, and do cute pouncey stuff with random house stuff.
What makes you happy?
________
Last.fm hit of the day: Rock Me by Great White
REMINDER: Music Month is still happening. Best quote of the week wins a mix CD!