the season four christmas episode of Ally McBeal is an absolute fucking killer. Dear christ, what would I give to cuddle with larry paul in front of a twinkly tree.
I can't find my paycheck, I need to start, like, depositing them the day I get them, or putting them in a set spot as soon as I get home.
$300 is a lot to pull out of my bank account at once, but...I think it's okay. and I can't spend more than $100 in three days if I limit myself, right?
...I hope.
Christmas needs to come faster. I'm on a total kick right now. awww, larry and ally. Aww, twinkly lights. aww, the smell of the tree, and the christmas boats and firetruck, and the amount of time I spend bundled up, and zoolights, and christmas movies with my best friend whom I love.
Everything's so sweet and happy and quaint and easy at christmas. I'm in this constant, easy, melancholy mood which I seriously enjoy, as sad as it sounds.
I'm gonna need a deep talk this weekend, brace yourself, mims.
Off to sleep, I guess, as I have to be up before ten. WTF? maybe I'll watch Love Actually tomorrow.
and maybe I'll dream about Larry Paul tonight