peanutbutter men

I’ve been very recently accused of being happy. I’m writing about nicer things, he says, lighter things.

Darnit.

It’s actually rather difficult to put nice feelings down, I realise. You don’t want to. I don’t want to.

Hurt, and anger, and sorrow; those things I write about because once I do, I tuck them away. I can put them aside, and move on with (what remains of) life.

Happiness? Happiness I want to hold on to, for as long as I can.

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Have you wondered if there are greater beings, greater beings right here? I know there’s speculation of greater things out there, but what if out there really includes here?

Just something that struck me as I read the theologist. I digress, but those strong of faith shouldn’t really write of faith. What I hoped could have contained epiphany merely annoyed me with preaching.

Anyhoo.

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The strangest things come to me as I’m baking. And my cookies are done.

Life changing epiphany next time.

Damn. Cookies. I really am becoming happy.

Posted on 18 September 2006,

hey vic!
just popping by to say hi since we havent hung out for the longest time and that our only means of catching up is via the internet,which im rarely on nowadays.
takecare and cookies!smth sweet is always good,haha.

zbaf | Sep 19, 08:57 PM | #

zbaf: Absolutely, sweetheart. =) Been a year, or so.

Vicnan | Sep 20, 12:21 AM | #

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