moxiebombshell

the thing is, being happy is a continuous thing. It’s not a one-time goal… I mean, I think most of us have been happy at some point, but that’s not really enough, is it? Being happy rocks, and it doesn’t have to look a certain way… being happy can be all gumdrops and peppermint and whatnot, or it can be cruelly mocking mallrats or staging a sit-in for made-up causes or just getting things done on time or sticking to a budget. The hard part isn’t being happy, per se: it’s being OK with what makes you happy. That said, I’ve got a fake sit-in to stage to stop the guv’mint from teaching math to puppies.

hmmm… so… is it a bad thing that I’m drunk right now? Dammit. I’m waaaaay to far from this goal. Also, what about drunken text messaging? That can be a bit of a problem, too… Crap—what do I do when I’m not drunk???

Seriously. Not just a goal for the fellas. I mean, c’mon: HASSELHOFF. If only I could get my hair in a fluffy pompadour and have German guys make me poorly animated video landscapes in which to fly…