Oh happy day.
Does anyone really know what makes a person happy? Yeah, yeah...chemicals and shit, right? It could be more than that, but I don't really care. I'm happy today.
No. I'm not fucking bi-polar. Maybe a little schizo, but not bi-polar. I'm not in love either. Shit! I don't even think I know anybody I could really love right now anyway!
I haven't eaten any tacos, so it can't be because I'm satiated (is that even a word?).
I look out my window and I see yellow grass being beaten to death by a hot lava sun. I see children playing pirates with sticks on their back patio. I see sprinklers going back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...
Suburbia doesn't make you happy. Being happy makes you happy.