I'm Baaaaaaaaaack!!

Okay, so the fact that I already have disappeared (after one fucking post no less) is probably not a good sign for the future of this blog. Are there any good signs for this blog? No. No there aren't. *emos out for 5 minutes*

Well I've moved from parentsbasementland to crapihavetopayrentland. It's a nice change. Being broke I mean. And the diet. Who needs the food pyramid? Ramen, that's what the people need. And vibrators. The world would be a happier place if everybody had a vibrator. And a sexier place. Hey look, I referenced my blog title! With subtlety. Speaking of ponies, I want one. Somebody get on that. (Shut up, that totally made sense.)

On to the actual reason for this post: I'm jealous. I'm very, very jealous. Recently, thanks to a jazz concert and a visit from my gigantically talented best friend (too talented. Thanks for the inferiority complex), I have realized that my life is pretty much devoid of doing the thing I love most in the world, the thing that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and complete inside. That thing is writing, if you were wondering. This doesn't count. Because the ugly truth about that amazing, orgasmic, joy that comes with doing the thing you love, is that it's a million times better when other people see how happy you are. Really. I don't think it's just me. But I really want to rub my happiness in people's faces. I want people to see me being so happy that they can't sleep because they keep thinking "Where did I go wrong in life, why am I not as happy as she is?" But right now I'm the person who can't sleep at night, because I keep seeing other people being happy doing the things they love to do. And the truth is, when I was watching the trumpet soloist at that jazz concert and he brought me into his love for blowing into a cold piece of metal until his lips go numb, I thought "His world is so big right now." Our world grows so incredibly big when we share it with other people.

So this post is just to remind anyone who stumbles upon my blog and actually reads this: please, please, please, be happy. And then taunt all the people surrounding you with said happiness. Unless you know me. If I went to high school with you and you're now in a band or playing football professionally: fuck you.