Things I like.

There I was, revelling in my new typing joy (I can do this --->  with my keyboard ALONE now), chuckling away to myself and generally allowing myself some merriment, when I thought, wow, this symbolic typing malark is simply spiffy. Then I thought, this is dreadfully sad. I'm getting JOY from this. Then I thought, feck it, no it's not sad.

My final thought on the matter is that it definitely is sad, but no sadder than my usual brand of sad.

Then I got to thinking, I really do spend a highly unhealthy amount of time basking in the glow of embarrassingly uncool things, or things that equate to general social reclusiveness or emotional instability (crying at a lion reunion? anyone?). Oh well, sure don't we all? So I decided to list all the things that either tickle me pink or fill me with happy gold dust. Seeing as I recently renovated my Bebo and deleted my lengthy blurbs, I no longer have a big long list of the things I like staring me in the face every day. It's not half bad, having a gander at them every so often. Documented version plz. And I like making lists, me.

My sparkles:

• Replacing Fs with PHs.

• Spelling "skillz" with a "z"

• People falling over. Funniest thing ever.

• I've recently been shown that I'm not totally averse to the humour in pretend farts.

• Popular reruns. 

• Regina Spektor... and phucking proud. Lyrical bleedin' genius.

• Randomly hearing a line in a song I love, even if it doesn't mean anything to me, and having it run through my head all day. Today it's "Forever is our today". ♥

• Sylvia Plath poems. Ok, I am definitely not a poetry expert by any stretch of the imagination, and her stuff is shockingly depressing, but it's depressing... nice. Wordy nice.

• Empathy. My favourite favourite thing is when someone knows exactly what you're thinking, good or bad, without you even hinting. Especially if it's really obscure.

• A nice cup of tea. Or five.

• Spar rolls with MILLIONS of mayo. Heart attack waiting to happen... but it's worth it.

• The idea of cow tipping. 

• Catching the giggles at really inappropriate moments. The more people involved, and the more inappropriate the situation, the better.

• My Special Pillow.

• Flipping the pillow over to the cold side in the morning and going back to sleep. Mmmmm.

• Wayfarers. I recently acquired a turquoise pair and a red pair within two days of each other. Best week of my life. (Clearly phakes. What am I, rich or something?)

• Speculating about people. Fun!

• ... and getting it right.

• Walking down the South Kihei Road (Maui's southwest coast) for 3 hours a day...

• ... and trying to get the same effect on the Malahide/Portmarnock Coast Road. Not happening, love.

• Writing so I can blabber on about nothing without annoying anyone.

• Laughing lots. Joyjoyjoy. 

• 90's nostalgia.

• 80's nostalgia, and maintaining I'm an 80's kid even though I was born in 1989 and definitely can't remember a second of the decade.

• Attempting gymnastics... with sexy results. *ping* ...(bit of a gleam off my teeth there, that's how smooth it is)

• Gratuitously sad movies that do exactly what they aim for and make sad blubbering eejits out of us otherwise controlled (swear) suffragettes. 

• Clothes. Clothes. Clothes. (I don't really get the whole shoe and bag obsession, look at all the lovely lovely clothes!) At the moment it's those checked manshirts. I gotta get me one of those.

• Lying awake in bed, with my really feathery duvet, when it's raining out and feeling very snuggly indeed. And yes I did just use the word "snuggly". It's fitting. (Altogether now, "that's SCHAAAADENFREUDE...")

Lists are fun.