my dreams are in a far off land where dreamers go to die.

in my dreams, happiness is more than just a quick fix- more than just a constant search for satisfaction.
in reality, it's just a dream.

Today, I came across the site: http://www.givesmehope.com/. Naturally, as a pessimist, the "optimist" tag was a turn off.
And naturally, as a pessimist, I found myself crying after reading the first two pages.

and my little bit of optimism boosting post would not be complete without the following:
The quirky, nostalgic, melancholic, sweetness in his music caught my heart.

The only contest I have so far won (that I can remember, anyway) in my life has been in my sales class. And what did I win? A cheese knife (valued at over $50, no doubt).

Being the analyzer that I am, I decided to take a symbolic approach to the outcome.
Either:
1. I was meant to eat more cheese
2. Luck was on my side
3. My life is fully of cheesy shit which has led me to believe that I must do away with all that shit (thus the metaphor for cutting cheese).