Bill and Carol are swingers

[inclementine]

Sometimes I wonder about what it means to be happy. Is happiness just an acceptance of your life as it exists at any given time? I wish I had words for this question that could be accurately translated from the language of my insides.

My computer is still broken so here are various pictures of weird things from my work computer:

Comments

[schmaudrey]

The happiness discussion has given me some things to think about. In a good way. Right now I'm applying the "fake it til you make it" approach. If, on the exterior, I appear to be happy, confident, and relatively carefree around others, eventually I will be.

Too much for a LiveJournal comment?

[inclementine]

No. I have subscribed to that theory for a long long time. It has to be part-time though. Occasionally it is appropriate to be unhappy. Today while we were driving to see my crazy friend Sarah I cried because every time I called her for various reasons on the way, she didn't remember that I was coming because her brain is addled from liver disease and ECT. Such is life. Now I have garlic bread to comfort me.

[schmaudrey]

p.s.

Splish-Splash!

[inclementine]

If by Splish-Splash you mean anal sex with a midget, YOU ARE CORRECT!

[shes_a_wee_lass]

I'm pretty sure my first boyfriend looks way hotter in mugshots.

[inclementine]

He probably did less meth.