I’ve decided to take a break from my normal format to do a writing prompt. Feel free to post this prompt and your responses on your own blog (or even here in the comments!). I’d be curious to see how others respond.

livejournal writing prompt: It’s often said that the simple things in life are the most precious. What small pleasures make you the happiest?

I love listening to music on a good pair of headphones.  Not those tinny sounding ones that you stick in your ears. I mean those oversized ones that make your head look small and they sound like there’s a concert going on in front of you.  Some of my favorite memories of  DC are actually of listening to music while walking.  In the winter, I walked from my apartment to downtown Georgetown each day in the late afternoon, my ipod blasting, and then forced myself to write for an least an hour in the shopping mall there.  Looking back now, those were probably some of my favorite memories of DC.

I know this sounds silly, but you know what really makes me happy? When I eat something that I’ve been craving forever.  Sometimes I’ll randomly during the day I’ll crave something specific (like Japanese honey toast from Shokudo) and if I’m lucky I’ll swing by Shokudo after work for happy hour and get to devour one. Even if I get sick later (because I’m lactose intolerant), I’m content for like the next week.

Finally, my ultimate small pleasure is when my cat is affectionate. Chompers is like her name sounds, wild and rawr-y like a dinosaur.  She’ll let you carry her in all kinds of weird positions, but she’s not a lap cat.  She think she’s human and will have no problem sniffing my food when I’m eating, just to make sure I don’t have something she wants.  Chompers likes to hang out in the living room, sprawled out on my sister’s old bed (which she has now taken over), but always comes back later to check up on what I’m doing. Sometimes when I’m writing in the bedroom, she’ll paw at my side and squeak, just to let me know that she’s there. The other night she fell asleep on the bed on my foot. She never sleeps on the bed, she always retires each night to this two block tower bed I bought for her. But that night, she slept on my foot and it was perfect.

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4 Comments » Posted: December 18th 2009
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