michaelsparkle

happiness is.......

Happiness, I would say, is sleeping in the crisp white linnens of a strange girls bed. (the stranger the better) The uncertain feeling on my car is lost in a random alley of the city, I guess i'll look for it after breakfast. Slowly waking to unfamiliar sounds, unfamiliar roomates, and some sweet girl making us coffee. Oh, and knowing that my integrity and honor are in tact despite liqour that means to demise me, a gratious guest.