Things that make you happy to be alive.

Being in a forest. There is something special about being surrounded by trees.
Petting animals. Sadly I don't own any, so always trying to cop a feel from the neighbours.
 
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My old lawn. Many pints of blood, sweat, tears and cum went into her. She loved me and I loved her back. There is nothing more rewarding than having your lawn thank you for exercising impeccable lawn care.
 
That's how a lawn would look if the military were in charge :p Regimented, neat, well presented, but utterly artificial and lifeless. All right angles and straight lines. No curves or character.

I find it depressing, actually! Strokes for folks and all that. Top notch effort tho - you've achieved what many would call the ideal lawn.
 
Don't mind me, I just like my gardens semi-wild. So long as I can fight my way to the back door, I live and let live :p

Also I'm sure I spotted a couple blades of grass out of alignment on your lawn... :p You'd better get back out there!
 
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My old lawn. Many pints of blood, sweat, tears and cum went into her. She loved me and I loved her back. There is nothing more rewarding than having your lawn thank you for exercising impeccable lawn care.[/QUOTE]

Ah I've been using the wrong type of fertilizer all these years.

Exemplary lawn.
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Sometimes I have toast in the morning before I go to work, so I put the bread in the toaster and I start the coffee machine (it makes strange prip prip noises which I've long since stopped making notes about) and eat a proper banana (by which I mean a yellow banana, not a green or - worse - ripened one) and sit down at the table to wait for the treacherous toast to show it's smugly wrong-coloured head above the toaster parapet but then, somehow, it is perfectly toasted, brown, a hint of burnt on the edges (NOT the centre, this is not Victorian times), and it wants me to eat it, it begs me to eat it, it puts it's pretty little toasty bits all up in my face and I sink into it, holding it with both arms, tugging - almost ripping, holding it down really, directing it - this way and that until I am content.

This makes me happy to be alive.
 
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