Laughter

Between the giggles and titters and teehees, there's a jolly guffaw that is stuck in my head like my iPod's stuck on replay. Oy. There was this song in the Kooman and Dimond review that J directed in the FTL this summer; this gorgeous song called Lucy's Laugh. Youtube it. Seriously. I hope my laugh makes someone feel that way about me eventually. Granted, this is coming from the girl who yesterday told Mollie that she hoped she found a man who made her feel the way the red Satin Kate Spade pumps she was clutching to her breast did. Hapless. And hopeless. But hopeful. That's me.

Also, my horoscope told me to work on the project I've been putting off today (I did.) and to pursue the Leo I've been lusting after (Lusty Leo? Are you out there? Bueller. Bueller...) while my energy is so incredible. Hmmm...