Simple

I like Ferrari's a lot.  I'd say a good 5-10% of my daily brain power is dedicated to visualizing myself in a Ferrari; (how hot would it be (that's rhetorical; you know it would be) to read a blog post that you know was written from the driver's seat of a Ferrari?  Cause when (note the active qualifier) I have one, I probably won't leave its lush embrace, so blogs will be generated from steering wheel helm).  Obviously, considering the title of this post, Ferrari's will not be further discussed (although they will further be thought about).  There is a lot of pleasure to be found amidst the virtual stacks on amazon.com, especially the dusty stacks of used media.  In particular, I find it pleasing to order and receive used DVDs of movies either forgotten or too good to be among the common findables elsewhere (i.e., obscure and/or foreign and/or bad (in the way that it requires a particular taste)).

I get a really decent buzz off finding a padded envelope crowding my mailbox.  I don't have a TV or a laptop with a DVD drive on which to watch these acquired cinematic jewels.  However, it's nice to get them and then...have them (and being as I've already seen them, I know they're good (I have excellent taste in case the Ferrari persuasion hadn't given that away already)).

Other simple pleasures that bring me inordinate pleasure include: fresh sheets (who wouldn't get with that? (only a dirty person); new socks (I usually splurge on vacation by way of 99% of the time forgetting to pack the old ones); and checking daily blog stats to see that more than 2 people have viewed (this indicates that my fanbase is greater than my genetic donors (i.e., my mom and dad aren't the only readers).

Life sometimes can be simple.
Simple: –adjective  

  not elaborate or artificial; plain not ornate or luxurious; unadorned