Reasons To Be Cheerful
Stuff I enjoy, things I like, people I love, and other things I am grateful for.
Acid.
Fresh air.
Amnesty International. Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.
Angel and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Architecture, especially the lantern in Ely Cathedral.
Art galleries. In small doses.
Attitude.
Baby wipes.
The art on my bedroom wall.
Handbags. It's a fetish. What can I say?
Hot baths.
Body piercings.
The borders of dreamland.
Bourbon. Wild Turkey, for preference.
Royal blue, midnight blue, twilight blue, deep dark blue.
The blues.
Popping bubblewrap.
Calligraphy.
My car.
The stereo in my car.
My Indian and Egyptian carpets. So very worth the days of haggling.
Chemists.
Chocolate.
The scent of coffee (but not the taste).
Coming.
Computers.
Credit cards, especially other people's.
Dancing.
My dogs.
My duvet.
E45 lotion.
Getting email.
Essential oils.
Fanfiction. My drug of choice.
Fellatio.
Feminism.
Forests.
Fountains.
Fresh fruit smoothies.
Fridays.
Gardens.
Garlic.
Giggling fits.
Glass recycling centres. A legitimate reason to smash things? Works for me!
Glitter.
Hair conditioner.
Hair serum.
Halfway down the third cocktail on a Saturday night.
Having been born in a democratic country.
My health.
Holidays, especially the anticipation of same.
The horse skull in the garden.
Html.
The internet.
Every movie ever made by Kevin Smith.
Kissing.
Lipstick, lipstick, lipstick!
And Urban decay lipgloss.
Listmaking -- obviously. :)
Livejournal.
My flist. An excuse to read other people's diaries? What's not to like?
Magazines.
Maps.
Mascara.
Foot massages.
Mates.
Mints.
The mirrorball in my living room.
The longsuffering parental units, bless 'em.
Motorbikes!
Moisturizer.
Movies.
Museums.
Music. My favourite, instant-good-mood-in-a-can songs are: Walking On Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves, Winter by Tori Amos, Elevation by U2, Connected by the Stereo MCs, I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) by the Proclaimers, Galileo by the Indigo Girls, and Back Porch by the Presidents of the United States of America.
Nail varnish, especially the royal blue glittery type.
Nepal.
Neroli.
A fresh page in a notebook.
Oxfam.
Painkillers.
My honeydrop pendant from Crete.
Pens, especially fibre tipped or fountain.
Perfume.
Starting my period.
Finishing my period!
The island temple of Philae in Egypt.
Pinboards.
Poetry.
Pretty boys. Prime examples: Jensen Ackles, the sex-on-a-stick Michael Rosenbaum and Tom Welling, the most beautiful man alive. Yum!
Reading. My favourite books are Smilla's Sense of Snow by Peter Hoeg, Konin: A Quest by Theo Richmond, The Perfect Storm by Sebastian Junger, Break In by Dick Francis, Flood by Andrew Vachss, Gyn/Ecology by Mary Daly, and Dreaming The Dark by Starhawk. I also love Ellis Peters, Terry Pratchett, and P. G. Wodehouse.
Receiving post.
Rivers.
Scotland, except Inverness.
The seashore.
Sex and drugs and rock'n'roll.
Swimming.
Clean sheets.
Shirley Conran.
Electric showers.
Sleeping.
Smoky clubs at 4 a.m.
My cheap-Nepalese-counterfeit Snoopy money box.
Chocolate flavour soymilk.
Scented soap.
Spectacles. I'd really be fucked without mine.
Stargazing.
Strawberries.
Subverting the dominant paradigm.
Sundays.
The Sunday papers.
Thailand.
Thai food. Sweetcorn cakes. Mmm.
Tofu. I trust the tofu.
Electric toothbrushes. Does my laziness know no end? Apparently not.
The Tower of London. Condensed history. Makes double.
Going travelling.
Coming home.
Velvet.
Vigo, a five storey club in Belfast city. I wonder if it's still open?
Vitamins.
Waking up. Another chance to get it right.
My titanium watch. Doesn't freak my skin out.
Ice cold mineral water.
Having a reliable water supply. This should be number one on the list. Jeez.
We'Moon diaries.
Winter.
The woods near my house.
