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I just found my metal cd that my friend Mike made me.... HOOORAAAY. I've been looking all over for that mother fucker. I equate finding that cd with winning the lottery. That's how happy it made me. I love the little things that make me happy like finding stuff I've lost, getting a phone call from a good friend I havn't heard from in a while or just someone simply saying Happy Birthday to me as opposed to getting a present. Seemingly trivial things mean the world to me. That's both good and bad because unfortunatley seemingly trivial things also upset me to high heaven. I can't tell you how much I've cried over past boyfriends who've forgotten to call me :P I guess I'm too sensative.