I am the type of person who is easily spurned into any emotion. This entry will be an example of how little it takes to make me happy.

So, this afternoon I went to a local grocery store with my dad. It's really more like a market with a really great atmosphere, fresh foods, imported foods, etcetera. To preface, I'll just say that I'm a fan of cheese. Pretty much all kinds of cheese. Today I wanted to get a smoked mozzarella to go with some fresh semolina that we were buying. I didn't want to buy an entire pound so I kept asking the guys behind the counter if they could just give me half a pound. While one of the guys was separating the cheese for me, the other gentleman who was behind the counter packaging the fresh mozzarella into bags called me over and gave me a very handsome-sized chunk of the cheese. I'm talking hot, gooey fresh mozzarella. I could've died right there. When I say foodgasm, I mean foodgasm. It was almost like a sexual experience, I'd venture to say.

See, easily made happy.