little bitty girl

Been having a very laid back weekend, and reading my many books that I have lying next to the bed. I should really just read one book and finish it; but find myself having ADD lately and have been reading many books at the same time. I am sure we've all have been guilty of this at some point. Anyways, I came by this interesting passage and thought I would share -

As for minute joys: as I was saying: do you realize the illicit sensuous delight I get from picking my nose? I always have, ever since I was a child - there are so many subtle variations of sensation. A delicate, pointed-nailed fifth finger can catch under the dry scabs and flakes of mucous in the nostril and draw them out to be looked at, crumbled between fingers, and flicked to the floor in minute floors in minute crusts. Or a heavier, determined forefinger can reach up and smear down-and-out the soft, resilient, elastic greenish-yellow smallish blobs of mucous, roll them round and jelly like between thumb and fore finger, spread them on the under surface of a desk or chair where they will harden into organic crusts....God, what a sexual satisfaction! It is absorbing to look with new sudden eyes on the old worn habits: to see a sudden luxurious and pestilential "snot-green sea" and shiver with the shock of recognition.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Don't you wish you could write like that? She even made picking one's nose a literary adventure! The woman was a genius! I mean of course her poetry was her strength but this was stuff she wrote in her diary. Let me tell you, my diary never ever sounds as intelligent as that.