I present five things that bring me joy. But understand, these aren't obvious things like winning the lottery or tricking barely legal teens into high-risk sex. Instead, these are little things that result in explosive fits of happiness far greater than you would ever expect.
Like all well-adjusted individuals, I find myself wishing death upon people nearly constantly. And not people who deserve it like Genghis Khan or Jeffrey Dahmer (mostly because they're already dead) but people who just get under my skin. This raises several questions: Is wishing death justified? Is it productive? And what the hell is wrong with me