web site hit counter

"...but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then."


Welcome to the beautiful, geeky, weird and fucking marvelous world of, well, me : )

If you ever need a friend or someone to talk to about anything (Well, almost anything), I'm just an email or comment away: brwilliams389@hotmail.com







Thursday, March 25, 2010

These are a few of my favorite things.

Okay, so every blogger does this at some point...Why should I be the exception?

Today didn't turn out as I had hoped. Come to think of it, yesterday ended whackly also. But before I go getting depressed and hating life, I think about those things which make me happy. Little things, these...but I could never be totally down as long as I'm close to them.

So here they are...

-My cat, because he never wants to be far away from me...



...which is why he sleeps on the pillows next to me at night:



...and in my lap as I use the computer:



...and on the couch as I watch Saturday morning cartoons:



Before you ask- NO he is not narcoleptic; he just likes to get his beauty sleep. Moving on...

-This uber-awesome chair. I got it from a secondhand store for $5. It's ratty and out dated, but it is the most comfortable chair I will ever have and I'm never getting rid of it.



-sleeping, eating, crying, fucking, or just generally hanging out in the chair. Ha, sounds a little like the intro song for the L word.



-My favorite shoes. Yes I am aware that my feet are ashy- that completes the look. I wear these everywhere with everything, and I could care less that they don't match the rest of my outfit. Call them slippers and I'll slap you- these are sturdy, grade A shoes, dammit!



-And lastly, for now at least...the view from my apartment (especially when it rains). Even when I'm stressed beyond measure, looking at the cityscape from my window makes me feel like there's something way bigger out there. I never put my blinds down- it would be a sin to hide that beautiful view. The only time I hate it is at 7:30am when the sun itself taps on my window, then charges in without waiting for the okay, and lights the side of my face on fire. It could be 16 degrees outside, but if the day is fine, you better believe that the sun will come after my ass.




Fin.

No comments:

Post a Comment