You people complaining about summer know nothing. Cruising out to some remote water body with the gang. Shades on, hoochie-daddy shorts on, “Uzizwa Kanjan” on full blast, cold dranks rattling in the cooler box. A time.
I like to laugh a lot. It’s not even about being happy. I like to giggle and laugh all of the fucking time. Can barely speak without a chuckle in there. Even when my world is falling apart, I just laugh. Laughing right now. Oh my god.