love everywhere

I love my life. I love my friends, my animals, my job and I especially love the love of my life. I love my movie collection, my art--both created and collected--my big soft bed, the spring I play with (really a small Slinky) when I'm at my desk just fiddling around. All my little toys. My books, which are stacked everywhere I look and are bound to take over the whole house one day. I love my weird lava lamp (it has a personality!!!) I love the grapes I've been eating almost constantly for a few days now. I love the rainy Washington weather and the huge-ass slugs and worms it brings out every night. I probably even love you, if I know you at all, and if I don't, I'd probably love to be your friend.

Am I a love-crazy hippie chick? Probably, but love is better than hate any day of the week and life is just too short for that shit.