dumped thoughts

I'm that girl who runs out of things to blog albeit having the most awesome past few weekends. I'll be back, but for now I'll leave you with these:

- I've exceeded my rock-salt-and-cheese-consumption and movie-viewing quota-that-would-last-me-a-good-two-months within a week.

- I've passed through a couple doors that were held open by a man. I find that gesture rare. And grand.

- I'm now in good company because of a playlist composed of poetry readings by Thomas William Hiddleston, aka Hiddles, aka Loki. That name alone is already swoon-worthy. What more his voice? And his voice reading you something like "I will be the first man to kiss you, to bed you, whether you come willingly or not. You will be mine, and mine alone. Do you understand?"

- Impure thoughts? What impure thoughts? You perv.

- I will hoard every romance film I lay my eyes on before the week ends because that's what's perfectly perfect to do during this season, especially after catching Notting Hill on HBO last Friday and wanting nothing more but to hire a boyfriend for the holidays right after the movie ended.

- That's not pathetic. Shut it.

- I cannot wait until it's 12/22/12 because then I will be bound to get my feelings set for 2013. I'm terribly excited for two things this January. Come see:

Yay! Yay!