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3:31am, 2001-02-21
happiness is an elusive concept at best. it crowds you with arm-waving vehemence when you wish to be left alone and is nowhere to be found when you need it most. the experience in the trenches while in pursuit of happiness is not a pretty nor a pleasant one. it has led me down many a twisted, depraved path with no warning and little to comfort. it's amazing how little shame you can have just for that little dash of happiness.charlie brown happiness.
warm socks fresh out of the dryer happiness.
but tonight there was baby-bear's porridge happiness: just right.
the perfect q-tip.
if you're a fellow addict, you know. the shuddery feeling like an orgasmic pee.
my ear has a g-spot.
the perfect q-tip has just the right amount of bulk, slimness and rigidity that allows for some serious otic penetration and satisfaction. the perfect q-tip can turn an otherwise wasted day around. once my cotton-swab and i travel to those forbidden zones that the package warns against, pure bliss is merely an itch away.
a really good q-tip can equal an around-the-back dunk kind of happiness, or a well-fitted polyester avocado leisure ensemble, but a perfect q-tip goes far beyond a melted-candlewax-on-the-nipples kind of happiness or a clothing-optional kind of happiness.
this is the big time.
tonight was one of those.
you see, sometimes it can be the little things that make me bother to get out of bed.
today i was just pathetic.
polyestercandlewaxhappinessaroundtheback.
