2.15.12 (thoughts)

There are so many things worth laughing at. We have these bad habits of making something more of what isn't; that's kind of funny, isn't it? We're always expecting more than what we've got, and anything less just isn't enough. Expectations and such. Things get misconstrued in the in-between. It's always my-bad or your-bad, but never our-ok. If we could only laugh forever! But then we would only be happy for a moment, then lose it immediately thereafter. What else is left after that?