the small things
how come it's the small things that give me that certain kick?
how come a bit of sunshine for a few days in late october can bring me such perverse joy? (especially if that means I can leave the jacket at home and just wear a hooded sweater)
how come receiving a txt with "tell me if you can receive this" draws a grin onto my face? (especially since it took the lad in question only about 9 years of knowing him to figure out the pleasures of txt-ing people. he's a gifted mind, but some things in life he needs help with, bless his heart)
how come the tiniest little gesture of well-meaning gives me such a high? (even though my other me takes the piss at myself for that. for it being pathetic)
how come the anticipation of having my best mate from the other side of the mountains come visit tomorrow makes me feel like doing a step dance solo number all day long?
how come watching my inane colleagues doing silly things just makes me laugh and shake my head? (especially when I used to go berserk over similar incidents mere months ago)
and how come my mother thinks she can tell almost-30-me I shouldn't say ARSE all the time? as if I'd really stop doing that? as if I'd care what she thinks is appropriate?
how come a bit of sunshine for a few days in late october can bring me such perverse joy? (especially if that means I can leave the jacket at home and just wear a hooded sweater)
how come receiving a txt with "tell me if you can receive this" draws a grin onto my face? (especially since it took the lad in question only about 9 years of knowing him to figure out the pleasures of txt-ing people. he's a gifted mind, but some things in life he needs help with, bless his heart)
how come the tiniest little gesture of well-meaning gives me such a high? (even though my other me takes the piss at myself for that. for it being pathetic)
how come the anticipation of having my best mate from the other side of the mountains come visit tomorrow makes me feel like doing a step dance solo number all day long?
how come watching my inane colleagues doing silly things just makes me laugh and shake my head? (especially when I used to go berserk over similar incidents mere months ago)
and how come my mother thinks she can tell almost-30-me I shouldn't say ARSE all the time? as if I'd really stop doing that? as if I'd care what she thinks is appropriate?
posted by daria l'orange at 1:55 pm
1 Comments:
little things, mmmm. is it really the little things? or is it a big thing, like falling in love for example, that makes little things so amusing?
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