An Anti-Rant

Because I've been posting too many angry socialist things lately, here is:
An ANTI-RANT!
aka, listing of things that make me happy. ALWAYS.

1. The Office. This show = amazing. The uber short scenes make it incredibly enjoyable to watch, and the characters mix well together. Unless your favorite character is someone really obscure (ie, Todd Packer) you'll get to see him every day. Furthermore, every character has so much heart to him/her, it's hard not to fall at least a little bit in love.

2. What Not To Wear/How Do I Look/Extreme Makeover/every other makeover show ever made. Okay, seriously. What girl doesn't dream of gettin 5,000 and have a personal stylist tell her what makes her look hot, and what doesn't? Let's be realistic here.

3. Shoes. Though I have not bought any for many months. Oh, shoes. . .

4. Orlando Bloom at the end of Pirates III. Drool. May I reiterate: drool.

5. I bought shoes five weeks ago.

6. Phone calls at midnight from old friends that I used to be wildly in love with. Okay, not wild, and not in love, but let's just say: a great affection existed.

7. Finally being able to see the one, cheesy episode of Charmed I've always wanted to see. Don't judge me!

8. My dream last night was about books. No, seriously, that was it. I was setting up a Bed & Breakfast with Satan (Milton's Satan--if you don't know, don't ask) and I was in charge of decour. Upstairs was this huge, beautiful, worn old bookcase that held--get this--750 books! Gasp! I had Satan carry it down for me (Talk about a turnon) and then went out and bought three more bookshelves, claiming that "an adequete library is necessary for an effective ambience in a B&B" and then spent the rest of the dream organizing the bookshelves by genre and author. AMAZING. There was also the hint that Satan and I were more than just business associates. He brought me green tea with honey at one point, which was a bit odd, but sweet all the same.

9. The Witch Story. Few of you know what this is. The world is better this way.

10. PIctures of my friends in Europe. Oh Europe, where have you gone? THat's right, you haven't moved, I just haven't either. Pity.

And that is all for today! I continue to look for a job, and to avoid being a homeless person. Not that there's anythign wrong with being homeless. . .except that I like to have a bed.

-J