Life's been wonderful and I really can’t complain. Let's see, I'm settling in my new job and I've quit the old partying days and excessive drinking for good. Everything is great and I am happy. I honestly hope that life would go on at this pace.
I thought that this would perhaps be a longer entry but apparently, I've ran out of things to say. I suppose when a person's happy, contentment sets in and there really isn't anything to talk about. I can think of a thousand rants, complaints in any form of emotional distress and reasons for tears, but none for happiness and joy.
