the succesful persuit of happiness (part 1)

what a fantastic day...*sighs dreamily. eyelids flutter seductively.* i traipsed into the library, unaware of the good fortune soon to rain down apon my unsuspecting noggin. as i made my way over to the rack of used magazines, i said a little prayer: lord, please let there be a recent readers digest, perhaps with a gripping headline such as '100 ways to fight influenza'. please let there be a prevention previously unseen by mortal eyes, preferabley with a laughing, fit model in a chic ensamble. this is all i ask of you (except for this last bit is sung in a manly tenor as it is in the phantom of the opera). imagine my astonishment as my eyes snapped open to behold a pack of 10 or so old readers digests, and TWO recent prevention magazines with TWO laughing models in ONE chic ensamble! not the same chic ensamble, you sick minded villian!there was just this one model who was dressed without thought or style. But i quickly forgave her for choosing all-white when i spotted 'skincare treatments' in the lower left hand corner. and here's the kicker of the whole shebang: i snagged the whole shinanagag for fourty-five cents, a sensational deal! i am decent enough to wait atleast four to five days before i begin to butcher these magazines, but after that, they're history. i will artiscially create nosensical but undoubtebly inspirational collages and paste them to my wall along with my shiny golden medallion (aka cheep green ribbon) which, as you all know, reperesents supreme genious and unceasing strength and courage.