Good Days

You know it's a good (Mon)day when you've got your national colors all over, three days before the scheduled football match and somewhat, with all positivity, believed you'd withstand the impending stares (and smirks, if unlucky). When your sushi tasted fresh and the Kare was all you had hoped for. When you've got Nick Hornby with you all day and giggle alone in the corner during class as you recall a line or two from one of his witty characters. When the streets are uncharacteristically at ease and you drive home (with Douchebag The Great) singing random gospel as well as Christmas songs (the two should be classified differently since obviously not all Christmas songs are gospel songs and are rather December songs, as they do not really tell of the religious essence of Christmas--much as I do not exactly celebrate it).

Sometimes Nick Horny and Gospel and/or--on a month named December--Christmas songs are all you need. Oh and make sure you sing along.