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Happiness is...

Today I am happy. Only one person on the planet will understand that joke and she probably doesn't read this blog. I regret nothing.

Every once in a while I obtain a caffeine high so big that I can barely control myself. It feels almost as if I could jump out of my own skin. Every once in a while this comes out as a weird dance move or just a strange move in general. During these moments I just hope no one is around  because it's almost as if I have tourette syndrome; uncontrollable. In honor of this day I will place a few pictures of things that make me happy.
Gilmore Girls
Classic Film 


Making Art
Broadway Shows
All Chips and Dips
Coffee and Tea
Collecting Coffee Mugs

That's all I can think of for the moment. What makes you happy?

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  1. RobertJanuary 20, 2012 at 11:47 PM

    Things that make me happy, in no particularly order:

    *My friends and family
    *Starcraft 2 (and other video games, especially Blizzard games)
    *Comic books
    *Music
    *Sci-fi and fantasy
    *Elphie (and other dogs)
    *Sugary soft drinks
    *Buffalo wings
    *The internet
    *Learning
    *Lifting weights (when I actually do it)
    *Driving (on curvy B-roads with no traffic)
    *Waking up naturally without an alarm
    *Not having to watch the clock
    *Stories set in vivid, interesting worlds
    *Gilmore Girls ;)
    *Technology
    *Interesting machines (especially cars and planes)
    *Rain
    *A warm house when it's cold outside
    *A warm bed in a cold room
    *Free time
    *You! :D

    I'm sure I'm forgetting some things, but that's a good start. :)

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