The Wee Democracy

victorious days

there are days, days where the tumblers fall easily into place, the universe unlocks for you, and you thrust your arms up in the air, in triumph. triumph over what, you may ask? over the possibility that your day could suck.

there was a conversation smoot and i had one time in the last couple of years, about how you can be walking down the street and someone can decide, simply to ruin your day, and with the easiest of methods. you could just be strolling down the drag, basking in some minor glory, and some foo could just say "hey", smile at you and say, "fuck you." boom. day ruined.

or, you could get up, feel good about everything going on, life in your new apartment, getting your schedule all together, enjoying the smell of your new books, your crisp new sheets...the place all your own. then a terse email lets you know "hey, you're fired." bam. day ruined.

but today is tuesday, which is always my day off. and then 24 comes on, and that rocks to high heaven. but there's a day that comes every two weeks or so. when the mailbox bulges, and the soft off-white tone of the padded envelope peeks out and you know...the sopranos have arrived.

that is the best show in the history of television.



feeling: satisfied
thinking of: tomorrow
song of the day: your song - elton j.
i know its not much, but its the best i can do