1. My hot showers that leave the bathroom all steamed up
2. Citrus zest on desserts
3. Christmas songs, trees and hats
4. Getting advantage points
5. Vanilla and spice scented candles
6. How I Met Your Mother, Foster’s, Scrubs and ANTM
7. Coffee table books
8. Photographs
9. Onesentence and postsecret
10. Cheesecake
11. Being silly and loved for it
12. His t-shirts
13. Fancy dinners with silverware
14. Takeaway on room floors
15. When the dryer works like a charm
16. Almost dark chill afternoons
17. Being more like my mom and dad than I thought I was
18. Cookie dough
19. Making them smile
20. Insanely long walks all over
21. Doing it just because I can
22. Rent’s ‘no day but today’ and Love Actually’s ‘all I want for Christmas’
23. Singing along
24. Old movies
25. Fresh flowers
26. When India wins “with two balls to spare”. Better yet, none
27. Doing things they didn’t think I could
28. Being loved because of me, and not in spite of it
29. Doing
30. Saturday brunches
31. My gorgeously perfect friends
32. The ones that aren’t that perfect either
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
In loving memory
In loving memory of two near and dear ones...
firstly of this blog, started with the best of intentions
with enough to say to worthify itself of its existence
yet cruel writers block
that infinitely seemed to stretch
claimed this fair blog
now just a waste of pixels
or whatever it is that it's a waste of. i really have no clue what you call these things.
the next we mourn for
is an aspiring writer
a journalist
yet she's lost her touch
her observance and originality..among much else
she wishes it werent so
but she just cant seem to write like she used to
she's tried
and tried
before taking a break to try some more
yet what's done is done
and she knows how to live with things she doesnt agree with
she's had the practice
maybe she'll change
but not on this christmas day
may their souls rest in peace.
firstly of this blog, started with the best of intentions
with enough to say to worthify itself of its existence
yet cruel writers block
that infinitely seemed to stretch
claimed this fair blog
now just a waste of pixels
or whatever it is that it's a waste of. i really have no clue what you call these things.
the next we mourn for
is an aspiring writer
a journalist
yet she's lost her touch
her observance and originality..among much else
she wishes it werent so
but she just cant seem to write like she used to
she's tried
and tried
before taking a break to try some more
yet what's done is done
and she knows how to live with things she doesnt agree with
she's had the practice
maybe she'll change
but not on this christmas day
may their souls rest in peace.
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