Content...ism.

In my life, at this very moment, I can honestly say I'm happy. I'm not an extremely stressed person. When something that stresses the average person comes up, I honestly think about the worst possible scenerio and go "eh, that's not so bad." I haven't always been this way, that's how I know it's completely true.

However, I do get extremely annoyed. That's one of the things that comes between me and my happiness. And it's stupid little things that irritate me. Inconsiderate people. Blatant annoyance. Stupidity. Encouraged stupidity. Shit like that. When these things come between me and my happiness, I quickly go from being annoyed to being angry. Ergo sadness...not joy.

On a slightly different subject, that will make its way back around to the original (I promise), I'm also not one who's out there looking for "the one" or "true love." I mean, if it comes around whatever, but to me looking for it is added stress that I choose not to deal with. I know, because I've dealt with the added stress. However, I get annoyed at the crowd I attract. It's like the universe is saying, "Oh, you're not going to give a shit about your love life? Fine, we're going to mess with you," and then that universe sends all these painful relationship-like things my way, completely killing my happiness buzz with it's pure, unadulterated botheration. Therefore, I'm in a pickle. And not the good kind that's currently in my mouth...which would be the vinegar-soaked cucumber kind.

Nevertheless, I am otherwise happy, and shall no longer complain...except for this quick comment on how work was Hell today.



I giggled upon seeing this picture.

I heart life.

Vacation means never having to say "Don't put that spider in your nose"

I'll be taking my first break from work since summer started this week. It's coming at exactly the right time...because the kids from this past week have taught me a valuable lesson, which is I can never have kids and not think of locking them in the closet without feeding them dinner.

It's not necessarily that I hate kids or anything, don't get me wrong. It's just...I know that if I were to have children, God would be like "Ha. I'll show her," and give me some little Devil child in return for all of my sarcastic remarks and pure hatred for many things in life. Not to say that it wouldn't be totally deserved...but I'm still not a fan of the idea.

Either way, I'm taking a week's long break. This time shall be spent with my family, whom I love, for the most part. It will also be spent starting my low-carb diet. Bring it on...bring...it...on.


This is Davin...one of my little "angels"