This weekend, a perfect stranger told me she always notices me in a crowd by how I seem to be either the brightest or darkest thing in a room. Not like that but the comment struck me. Darkest tonight probably; I've felt like such a grim little thing today. I just washed down my expired St. John's Wort with a glass of alcohol and a bowl of extreme moose tracks iced cream.
That said, moose tracks iced cream. That said, I feel strong and sore. That said, sometimes the littlest jokes are capable of warming my heart up even on the stupidest days. That said, I'm really a simple girl, and here's a small list of things that make me absolutely, purely, dumbly happy starting with quarters, falling snow catching on the light, how I'm really good at not pussing out about using really intense-tingly mouthwash, long hair, the way London weirdo Kate Nash sings the word "bitter" like "I am so BIT-TAH," this one blue bra I have, Mexican food, legwarmers, Poems by Charles Wright that Mention Either Charlottesville, VA or the Specific Names of Months, and coconut flavored bubble water even though I don't even like coconut and it smells like sunscreen. I think I tend to write in this thing when I'm feeling gloomy because it seems to help more then, but a good deal of the other time, I'm going around thinking like, wow, having a clean sink sure makes me happy, and if I have that, that's probably enough for anybody, even tonight.
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