Should I be happier?

I guess things are going well.  I’m not unhappy, but I’m not overwhelmingly happy, either.  Should I be happier?  I don’t even know anymore.  Probably, though.  Probably I should be happier.

I’ve been working as the A.D. on my friend’s senior project for the last few days, and will continue to do so for the next several.  It’s been a relatively fun and stress-free project, although I think this is primarily due to the location — a beach-front mansion and pool-house on Hilton Head.  It’s ridiculous, truth be told, and it makes me want to be obscenely wealthy, begrudgingly.

I also found an apartment to live in after my lease at this place is up at the end of the month.  Not nearly as nice as this place, but I don’t know that I’m going to be able to find a place as nice as this for the money ever again.  This place = capital "P" phat.  I’m going to miss it, fo’ shizzle.  At least the new place has central air and a washer/drier, for to wizzle my clizzles.

I got nothin’ else.  I’m tired and I should go to bed, but I will not. 

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