Today is the most BEAUTIFUL day out. Like, I walked out the front door and was so pleasantly surprised - then heartbroken that I couldn't just shove off to the beach or something. And I don't usually love going to the beach, just. GAH, I wish I could go outside and play RIGHT NOW. It's STUNNING.

And hee, I think my bus driver told me I was beautiful? I had my headset in, but I was doing my eyes and when we stopped at the train station, he got off - and then popped his head in the side door where I was sitting, babbling something at me with this big smile. SO. I am assuming? But I'll still take it!

seventhpage makes me really happy. Just sayin'.

As does this essay I read yesterday. Did this woman go to a Harlequin convention or Wincon? MAN, it just made me laugh, because I am soo not a romance novel kind of girl - except make it a well written slash-fic and I'm in. And the description of Tiara Girl cracked me up - at myself - but this. THIS:

They had their imagination, they had their writing, and for two weeks each summer, they had each other. They were each other's inspiration and their indulgence was their words. Respect couldn't have summed up what I felt, and the goosebumps that covered my body only reinforced that feeling.

YES. That.