Posted on November 27, 2007 by Aura
No, you are not as pretty as Thirteen or as well-endowed as Cuddy. But although I hated you from the moment you opened your mouth in the second episode, I must admit that your competitive nature was well matched with an equal intellect and brilliant ideas.
I hope you understand that after today’s episode, your personality is no longer needed in Princeton Plainsborough. Not every patient will be a competition. I think I’d have more luck convincing Thirteen to begin a practice of ’sexual healing’ than to instill the word ‘teamwork’ in your vocabulary. I will, however, see a version of you in myself every time I look in the mirror. With a slightly better conditioned coiffure.
P.S. Thanks for winning me $3 and a free pass for anything I want. Maybe I’ll ask for underwear like yours, to remember you forever.
Posted on November 26, 2007 by Aura
1. Coming out of the shower – post-drying and warming up, pre-clothes wearing; bathrobe preferred.
There is little more I enjoy than being completely clean (physically, at least.) Sitting down, smooth-legged, silky-skinned, and having the shower scents surround me: that semi-expensive Nexxus Humectress conditioner I splurged on, the ‘Brown Sugar and Fig’ Bath & Body Works shower gel, the Mario Badescu Honey Moisturizer that I am running low on. Add a well placed matching underwear set under a new bathrobe, and the world is mine!
2. Coming home without homework and realizing that I can nap for three hours (at least!)
Runner-up: Waking up from a dream at 5 AM and realizing I can still sleep for hours and hours and hours.
But there’s something much more comforting in a nap – being able to lounge on the couch, lost in daydreams, with my favorite feline purring nearby and soft music playing in the background. Possible nap-perfecting factors: if it’s Friday and I can nap without limits; if it’s Tuesday and I get to wake up at 9 for House; if it’s any day, and I get a really great wake-up phone call.
3. Being home alone on a Friday or Saturday night with a good chat and Photoshop project.
Yes, I may be anti-social, but I love being home (and I love my home right now) and doing something creative. Whether it’s some LW contest, or designing another blog, or making House-related visuals, or decorating my bulletin board, it all makes me feel so warm and fuzzy. Especially if I have junk food, my cat, and someone talking to me online. Someone – you are sometimes the warmest and fuzziest of all.
4. Finding that really really forever-envisioned, perfect bag.
I daydream about bags. All the time. I’ve experienced this feeling a few times, but I can never get enough. I think the first bag I really fell in love with was the little black one, bought in Romania, that Brittany and I named “Sophie.” There’s two others that have made me swoon, and there’s one I have in my head that I will eventually find! I get so excited organizing the bag, filling it up, parading it around everywhere. Like a little kid at Christmas!
5. Writing a really fab blog entry.
Posted on November 24, 2007 by Aura
The length of that second, to a hopeless romantic, translates to years of your eyes looking into my eyes – and I’m not talking about just eyes. Insecurity and uncertainty tickle the moment; (Will I let you? Will I regret this? Will I storm off to the train station never to be seen or heard from again?) – you know what I’m talking about.
The moment when time stands still, and this way it is permeable – your lips tingling seconds before in anticipation of the seconds after. The exchange of facial functions: smiling with the eyes, gazing with the lips (before grazing with the lips!)
The seconds between moving the lighter upwards and the first inhale of temporary and heaven-sent stress relief. (For you, the seconds between not eating from an ashtray, and eating from an ashtray.)
The pause between an “I love you” and an “I love you too.”
The roller coaster’s final push upwards before a frightening downward slide; the last lucid moments before an amorous (no pun intended) dream during a Friday afternoon nap.
Entering from a freezing night into a warm kitchen that smells like pie, and brownies, and cookies, and anything that’s not turkey. The seconds between seeing your train shine off in the distance and its arrival on the platform in the morning.
It’s that moment in time when a dove is about to delicately land on the branch in front of your window. The very last seconds of sitting in class during a bright May day. The moments before the bell, the prolonged breaths between 2:27 and 2:28.
Or, between 1:00 AM
and 1:01
