Apart from the semi-elitist-critical-condescending tone of my blocked off digressions (that I wrote, that were ridiculously long and wordy and, well, stupid. So I erased them to be blocked off only in my mind) I like the idea of these lists. And I enjoy sundresses.
I like to be happy, I want nothing more than to be happy, and you have to understand, I suffer from chronic depression so being happy, things that make me happy, are extremely big deals.
What makes me happy, when it comes to little things? What causes uncontrollable smiles?
You know, probably recently, because I can't remember everything, but, yeah.
This is what:
The Beatles. Why I listen to Pop music.
The Albums Pet Sounds, Smiley Smile, and Wild Honey by the Beach Boys. If I am listening to Carl Wilson rip the words "Sweeter than Honey!" out of his chest, I cannot be sad. I cannot not dance. A little.
When we have Sinful Sundae as the flavor of the day, at work when I'm working; first I just like explaining it, and talking about it, because it has a fun name, and most people like chocolate and the sound of the name too. Also because I like to drink it, with vanilla soy milk.
When I realized that the senior guy who was cute when i was a freshman, and had a "crush", have you, on, goes to college with me, and I see him.
Cripsy Chicken Sandwiches with swiss, extra lettuce, mayo and honey mustard from Wendy's.
That time that Uri kept giving me "free shoulder massages" and hugs all night.
Talking about getting married and being grown up.
Antique malling.
Working at the coffee beanery, with awesome people.
Packages in the mail, postcards, ect. Even though, I can't return the favor very promptly.
Emails, personal ones, like letters. And "Penpals" and "Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo's"
Laying on the floor and listening to records, preferably with someone, though that rarely happens, it's absolutely wonderful when it does.
The sound of Rosie Thomas's voice, cutting through the thick summer air.
Well, I guess lots of things.
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