9/30

last night made me count the many ways that i love this  pretty little city of lights... and i ran out of fingers. fucking serious, constantly surrounded by friends, old and new, good music, good food, good times. and then i woke up and i had a present that is making my foggy, cold morning sooooo perfect. what is it about this year that feels so much better than last year? that is a rhetorical question because i actually know what the difference is.