Not so enthused about Gwensday today.

A lot of my friends are going through some tough spit.

I feel guilty for being happy sometimes, which is stupid, I know.

I can't help it.  I don't know why.  It's ok though.

I know I've been blessed with cock-eyed optimism.

Or maybe it's because I can't stand being sad.

I'm no knocking anyone who likes to revel in misery, but

It is my least favorite emotion...

It would be foolish of me to think I could be happy 24/7

Lord knows I want it that way, but it's not realistic

Reality.  Hell, in this day and age of sensationalism,

even reality itself has become compromised.

Dat ain't right.

Pardon me while I find myself again.

If you see me in the meantime,

tell me I'm looking for me, tell me to come runnin'

Then, wait to see if my stubborn ass will listen ;)