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'llo thar, friends, and possible anonymous visitors and possibly but less like likely stalkers. How are you today? That's nice, and I'm fine thank you for asking. I felt that it wasn't fair with all these anonymous comments that I so threw out there in the blue, that you would not get the chance to do the same; or in short, to possibly return the favor in some way (donations are nice, too, but I usually don't accept them).

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Anywho, I just wanted to fill you in on all my meandering thus far. Okay, shall we? Tally ho! (Please forgive the optimism).


Today I am usually ecstatic to find out that I woke up this morning still alive and well. Usually when I'm feeling this happy and chipper, it only stands as a precursor for a great tragedy. That's what I thought, until I realized that when I take this in, am I usually just a tad bit depressed over the worst that has yet to come; and that's the scary thing, I am not sullied by the feeling of a possible 2 tons of steel coming my way, or finding out that I have 4 types of malignant cancer. This can only mean that it is something that is bad... and not only bad... but possibly shattering. With that aside, let's talk about the days of today; ignoring possible omen.

I wake up and I feel happy, this happiness is a stranger to me, as it is the best I have ever known; source undefined, possibly and most likely self-propagating. biggrin I feel like someone had just pumped me full of illegal narcotics and I'm seeing the world in such wondrous colors; hues only imagines, ideal pastels, neons -where colors are wary to venture. All the feeling of intoxication, but without me waking up on the bathroom floor with my pants half-way down, with a splitting headache, wondering where I was the previous night. Not to say that I'm not all for that, but let's quickly move on biggrin .

Nothing can get me down, not anything you can tell me can possibly pervert this feeling of purity that I now harbor with all this happiness. I find myself smiling, almost sadistically, at just certain thoughts; your normal, everyday thoughts; that, strangely, you don't usually pay mind to. I squirm in delight of this feeling I get when those types of thoughts rush through me, like making a new friend, for instance; or finding another individual who is not a shallow fool. This must be the feeling religious folk get when they're rejoicing. Whatever it is, I am loving it.


~Hex