There are those people who say "don't sweat the small stuff" and I've never been one of them. As a general rule I'm working on being more patient and more even tempered which might lead you to believe that I am not sweating the small stuff but that's not actually true either.
The truth is I live by the small stuff.
I am completely uplifted but your tiny compliment as I am torn apart by your burn. I will cherish and hold grudges for every glance, every word and every touch. It is, in a way, the secret to my emotionalism. I love every moment. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not the carpe diem sort, I am instead bound by a rather strict personal conduct code and think that carpe diem only works for people who have experienced death, and know what they are living for or people who need an excuse for the random irrational behavior.
But this philosophical discussion is not why I'm writing, I'm here to document my little thing for the day.
A warm bed and loud alarm clock
Burning my bagel and dropping half of it on the floor
Finding out that the 13 year old in me LOVES the Jonas bothers
Showing my crazy boss Hanson
My big boss giving my lame work in as consolation prize for the work they hyped but feel through
Calling college lover despite my pride
Hearing him say "i miss you too" and feeling him mean it
Helping someone at dance
Being walked home more than 6 blocks out the way
You never know what is at the end of the day
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