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23:37 / 01.11.05

Wax crayons smell ace. I've just found a box of crayons I'd forgotten I had. Although, hm, they're quite posh crayons, so maybe I just accidentally acquired them at some point.

Anyway, they smell lovely. Just plasticky enough to stop you from eating them, but still fruity enough that you wish you could eat them. Yay crayons!

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

01:11 / 02.11.05

When I'm working at the library, I derive odd pleasure from applying the sticky little "short stories" labels to books of short fiction, and then sealing them with mylar.

01:38 / 02.11.05

Finding a twenty from last year in the pocket of your winter coat.

Pooky Is Just My Pornstar Name

01:53 / 02.11.05

Fresh baked, hot out of the oven chocolate chip cookies.

Blue skys and sunny days.

Indian summer days in Autumn, when the foliage has already changed color.

The smell of freshly cut grass.

The glee and happiness in the way in which my dog greets me when I get home from work.

A well cooked meal, with bonus points added in if it's an Indian meal, with butter chicken and nan bread.

Waking up and realising that it's the week-end, and I don't have to go to work.

Wednesday, cause it's new comic book day.

Buying jewelry and getting great deals because everything in the store is half price.

Sharing a meal and some pints with friends.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

02:05 / 02.11.05

Chocolate chip cookie dough, frozen and chipped off.

Fresh comic books, yes, but I'm usually working somewhere distant on Wednesdays so I usually end up getting them on Thursdays or Fridays. I'm looking forward to Bulleteer.

Wiping sleep gunk out of my eyes first thing in the morning.

Showers. Simply. Showers.

Gendudehashadenough

03:08 / 02.11.05

Waking early in Winter and leaving the house to the smell of the neighborhood's chimney fires, smoldering through the crisp sunrise.

08:56 / 02.11.05

clean bodies in clean sheets

Harrison Ford, in a battle suit, wheels for feet, knives and guns

09:10 / 02.11.05

MacGuyver's new comic saved me from the fetid depths of hangover hell. Thanks Pranis.

11:34 / 02.11.05

Scrambled eggs (free range and organic) on toast that has a light scraping of marmite.

The first dram from a new bottle of Laphoaig.

Running down the Union Canal once having crossed the Edinburgh by-pass.

And, believe it or not....

Shoving my face in the hot steam that escapes from the dishwasher as soon as the cycle has stopped!!!

12:09 / 02.11.05

Fresh coffee in the morning.

Cold beer on a hot day.

The tingle of a light breeze over my freshly shaven scalp.

A sudden surge of hot water when having a shower.

Writing in my journal (touch and smell of the paper, the sight of black ink drying into it).

Goodness Gracious Meme

15:27 / 02.11.05

Making sag paneer.

21:57 / 02.11.05

Consciously realising you're in a good mood and taking a moment to appreciate it.

That really good bit in your favourite song.

A good stretch in bed just after waking up.

lord nuneaton savage

10:45 / 03.11.05

Remembering, after months of listening to nothing but avant-garde wibble, that you REALLY REALLY like The Who.

Butterflies.

Going out, knowing that there is not a single trinket or item of clothing you could possibly add that would make you look any better than you do.

My Girlfriend (seriously, she's tiny).

10:47 / 03.11.05

lying down under a tree. Anytime.

10:50 / 03.11.05

Leftovers, especially cold chicken and bubble and squeak.

11:26 / 03.11.05

Another person touching the bits of my face normally hidden by my glasses.

11:45 / 03.11.05

A slice of cake from the fair.

The first scissors cut into a fresh piece of construction paper.

Goodness Gracious Meme

15:24 / 03.11.05

My sofas. My flat in general. Lovely cosy cave.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

15:37 / 03.11.05

Sleep.

Rediscovering old records/films/comics/books that you absolutely LOVED then forgot about, and realising that they're ace and you're in love with them all over again.

And this is the weird one (or it is for anyone who's ever lived with/visited me)- after spending three days in abject stress and misery tidying up (for possibly the first time ever) for a visit by the landlord, and realising that you now no longer seem like a guy who can't look after himself, just a guy who owns too much stuff- and that it's actually quite nice being able to see your floor. (Fuck, I even hoovered the fucker. Two days ago I didn't even know I had a carpet. I thought beer cans and bits of tobacco were what were SUPPOSED to separate me from the ground). I think I'm gonna wake up happier tomorrow, just seeing that. (First person to say "I told you so" gets my hooverbag emptied on their sofa).

Beer when it's out of fun rather than necessity. It even tastes different these days.

19:46 / 03.11.05

Crunchy Autumn weather and encroaching Winter,
Bottles of white from my local vintner,
Strong cigarettes and wind with a sting,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Electric toothbrushes and shiny white teeth,
Living in the city but escaping to heaths,
General slang and neologisms like "blings",
These are a few of my favourite things.

Spar seashell airfreshning spray,
Forgetting the world and sleeping in all day,
Turning off my mobile so it never rings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

So when the hangover hits,
When my boss yells,
When I'm feeling sad,
I remember that bunking off work is one of my favourite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.

19:51 / 03.11.05

A smile from someone you thought didnt even know you existed.

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