Happy

I know I’m happy when I flap my arms continuously on impulse. I know right, very autistic. And if it is any sign, I might have had a sore muscle all year long from too much flapping.

I guess it’s true, the saying, something’s got to give.

The past two years have been horrible – I know so because when I back read on my year enders it was like someone died… but this year is different.

And no, it is not because someone actually died.

I’m happy.

In fact, I have never been happier, that, or I can’t remember when I was happier, I can’t tell, either way, the effect is the same – I’m happy, particularly when I have a purring cat curled on my lap.

I am not sure whether it is because my world has changed, or if it is my world view that has changed, or both, but my heart is just overflowing with happiness I am just so thankful I could always share it unless I might risk bursting.

This year rocked. I became more egoistic wiser, sexier thinner, happier, no, more conceited happiest.

You know what, when I felt last year that 2010 will be the best year of my life, I was not kidding… but then again, this has just raised the bar for 2011.

I’m so bringing on the fireworks.

2011 will be the best-est, baddest year yet.

Everyone have a blast this 2011!

P.S.

This also happens to be my 300th post in two years and ten months of pooping blogging.