So despite minor drama this past weekend I found myself to be happy. I felt lame when I realized that the source of my happiness was some new shisha flavors for the house and a couple limited edition beers. It kind of worries me that I can base my happiness on something so small and material.
I used to be so complicated.
On the plus side I’m now easy to please and being complicated is exhausting.
I just require music, laughter, hookah, rum/beer, and physical affection.