Are compliments roses for the soul?

So, I’ve heard of:

Chicken soup for the soul, and

eyes being the windows to the soul, i’ve even heard

Poetry is the underwear of the soul (underwear, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti)

All of these may be true… but the soul needs more than that.  I seriously believe that someone could not live a healthy and enjoyable life without compliments.

Thus:  Compliments must be the roses for the soul.  Actually let me amend that.

Compliments are the flowers for the soul.  Everyone likes getting flowers.  Even guys (though they won’t admit it).  Flowers are so amazing.  Personally I like roses.  They just seem so… so… romantic.  I think I’m a bit too romantic, but that’s okay.

This is my poor attempt at trying to be poetical… (thats not even a word… oh well)

I’m sitting here at work bored out of my mind.  I’m trying to memorize a russian song I will be singing on friday.  Russian is hard to speak, even harder to sing, and hardest to memorize…  Sheesh.  But the song is so beautiful that it is worth it.

Well… I’m running out of things to write.  I’ve noticed no one has left any notes (other than the first entry I made).  Maybe cause I’m boring, which I promise to rectify.  Anyway, for the time being I should get back to work.  I’ll write some more in a little bit.