*grin*

Why is it that waking up is immediately more do-able with Dire Straits?

I am far too firm a believer in the curative and restorative properties of honey. And tea. And apples.

Part of the joy of being a sensualist is that at the right moment, a perfect red delicious apple can be as satisfying as an orgasm. Particularly if said apple is perfectly chilled and eaten at 4 in the morning. *grin* Hurrah for simple pleasures.

CHALLENGE:
Everyone who feels like it, list a simple thing or action in your life that makes your world a better happier place.

I'm feeling like I made the best resolution ever when I cut back on the negativity in my world. I'm finding lotsa small happy stuff everyday.
AND AND AND today if I get the housework done I get to go indulge my longing for pens and paper and posterboard and glue and markers. I love paper and office/school supplies. . .yay new semester. I will also be making (if all goes according to plan) a gigantic collage for my wall (hence the posterboard). I miss doing collage. . .they're extremely fun because they're puzzles that I make up and I get to play with scissors! Very excited about this. I have not collaged really since high school. . .I had all of these fantastic themed collages from emotional crap I was working through. I'm not terribly visual otherwise. . .don't really draw or paint, so this makes me feel really good.

Speaking of scissors, my hair is in my eyes. I kinda like it though. I wonder how long I can stand to keep it this way.

EDIT re: housework: Proof that the Devil does not exist: I have never once been offered the opportunity to sell my soul for a Swiffer WetJet. There are days that I'd do it. Accursed floors!

Art-gasm!

Okay, first off, paper-gasm! Yay big independent paper store.
I got a gorgeous new notebook and a calligraphy pen. . .a cartridge one, to make it more portable, but still. Different colored inks! Also school stuff but that's kinda blah and standard. AND a huge piece of collage paper that is already in-progress and hung up on my wall. . .I'm doing it on the wall 'cause I think it's cool and also because then I have to live with the "mistakes" and incorporate them into other stuff.

I think I will do one for Valentines Day and then in March one for my birthday--Portrait of the Artist: A Creative Exercise in Narcissism. And there's this nifty paper that's kind of corrugated or something, a baby-blue color, that will look great for it if I can figure out how to get the photos to stick.

Doing a mini giftie one for my crush-buddy and something for Maria, but hers will take awhile as it is complimicated.
Yay creativity. I like having my hands covered in ink agaIn.

It was gorgeous and rainy-sexy-gray on my walk home. . .I got soaked. Yay rain.

Maybe my pasta will be cooked by now.