fantasticaaron

So I'm happy. That's right, happy. At least the happiest I've been since fantastic closed and my soul withered up and died inside of me. I enjoy wondering what's going to happen in any given day. I love not knowing what will be next on my plate. I love Futons and More! That's right, i said it, I love my job. However, I'm so poor that my happiness should run out any day now. That could be beause I think my happiness could at times (not all the time, but at times) be linked to my intake of alcomahal. That put aside though, I like my new pad, I think my new roomate is the absolute tits, and girls seem to be not shitting on me as much anymore. In fact, some may (may!) like me. Which is kinda scary, but whatever, I'll roll with it. Ok, with that ramble, I must bid a fond goodnigt, since I might have to actually do shit tomorrow.