I must be doing something right

Sometimes all the good things in life collect and culminate into one intense and glorious moment. The breeze brushes your cheek beneath the warmth of a blanket on a cool, but mild fall night. The constellations dance and play hide and seek behind their quilt of clouds. The air carries the smoky, earthy smell of dead leaves and moist, dark soil. It is this moment that I will savor and store on a shelf in my mind with the others that came before it. One day, I'll pull this moment out, dust it off, and drink it deep, intoxicating myself with the fondness of memory. For, in this moment, I was happy.

Life is crazy

I spent this weekend with a bunch of my oldest, closest friends being "selfish and drunken and vulgar and lazy," and it was absolutely glorious. I also discovered an incredible BYOB diner open from 5p.m. - 5a.m. called Mid City Grill just a few blocks from my apartment. This was a good weekend.

I also came to a realization this weekend: this life and everyone in it is bat shit crazy, and I fucking love it.