I feel like splashing around like a little kid.
If all our puddles weren't frozen over, I'd gleefully stomp in one for you. As it is, if I tried to stomp one, a shard of ice would probably stab me in the eyeball and blind me for life. Stupid incoming arctic air mass.
And for my own random thoughts of the hour:
1. I would like to mention that I win at surrounding myself with excellent people. Even my casual friends are warm, encouraging, devastatingly funny people. And most of my friends are hot, to boot. Dunno what I did to deserve it, but yay. Maybe it's payment for all my shy, bullied years.
2. No matter what kind of mood I'm in--happy, grumpy, other--there are two songs that take me to a mellow place and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Elvis Costello, "Allison" and "Veronica." They're like aural Xanax. Heavenly. Leonard Cohen's "Sisters of Mercy" and Tom Waits' "Come On Up to the House" are even betterworse, like an aural Xanax overdose or something.
The overall gushy nature of this post brought to you by "Allison." Stupid song, making me all maudlin and silly.