Tuesday, September 28, 2010


Certain people have consistently pleasant countenances. These folks always look as if they just finished smelling a huge bouquet of flowers after dismounting their unicorn. I marvel at them and can't help but wonder if beneath their serene expressions a simmering vat of anger and violence brews. As someone whose natural face is a scowl and whose insides are almost always close to bursting with happiness, it never ceases to startle and delight me when I see these mysterious people.