Completion. A feeling of wholeness. Knowing that the search is over. These are the gossamer threads which bind us gently to happiness.

The greatest fulfilment comes from giving someone else joy, I think. Not in a subservient, bowing and scraping kinda way, but in the natural, almost without thinking sort of way that a person does something nice and unasked-for to make someone happy. It becomes a kind of competition, with oneself. "What little something can I do next to make him feel loved and special?" It adds meaning to one's life, and gives back a thousandfold in smiles and happiness.
I'm not advocating the attitude of "scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours", but of scratching someone's back without the implications of an owed backscratching. It's really very freeing. And nine times out of ten, they'll do something nice for you as well, without your asking. But even if they don't, the reaction they give to the nice thing you do for them is a real mood-lifter and smile inducer, all by itself.

Random acts of thoughtfulness. That's what I'm all about.

And yeah, you'll find out soon enough what WOOHOOOOOOO! means.

l8r,
Taz

 
WOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Yeah.

Definitely, Yeah.

Tell ya 'bout it soon.

-Taz

 
Well, I'll be a greased jesus. You just never know, with life. 'Course, with life, you get constant change and interest and vivaciousness. With death comes stagnancy and a complete lack of change, other than putrefication. None for me, thanks. I'll take mine kickin'... and spend it hand in hand with the wickedly smart and sexy giant whose Scrabble®-winner of a last name I took five and a half years ago. This union has already outlasted the original wedding band (probably wouldn't have been this bad if I hadn't worn it sculpting clay and sanding metal, whoops), while some relationships I know of haven't lasted as long as some underwear I've owned. I wonder if there's a sort of standard, there... the durability standard for relationships. If most of a person's relationships go bad sooner than the gallons of milk in their fridge, then the durability factor of that person's relationships is pretty abominable. Personally, we're planning on outlasting kevlar, titanium, and anything else durable and built to last that you can think of. (yes, even Duracell or Energizer or Rayovac or whichever battery used that slogan).
*raises a glass* here's to my sister finding happiness and a relationship that endures.

L'chaim.

-Taz

 
Insomniacs Unite, Stay Up All Night!!

It'll be interesting to get the final word on what the hell this is all about, anyway :)
Not givin' up coffee, tho... although it's become a much rarer treat than it used to be...

-Taz

 
Mmmmm, "whatever's in the pantry that might taste good cooked together" lunch. The best kind, the cheapest kind. And often surprisingly tasty.
Belnick made muffins. He rocks my world.

Taz