Baristas. Especially ones with mustaches and suspenders. Cinnamon scones, lightly toasted. Adding to my extensive nail-polish collection. The discovery of new drink flavors [chai tea latte + ginger!]. New sandals. Freshly sharpened pencils. A big white canvas and a shitload of paint. When my hair gets huge and curly. A warm breeze when its 65 … Continue reading What Makes Me Happy, for No Apparent Reason