It's The Crazy Ones That Have The Good Pills

I've spent the past few hours knitting and watching sex and the city season 2 (only like, my favourite season) over tortillas and salsa and sour patch watermelons. the good life. yesterday my kings of leon, eternal sunshine and quadrophenia posters arrived so they are up on my wall and I feel good.

The sight of the numbers make me so happy. It reminds me how much I love birthdays and the cosmic connection, birth of an idea, bulletproof people in bulletproof vests. The old two-nine, nine-two, eight-eight! double dutch. chinese luck. the chance that brought me here when the odds were against me: the canadian doctor and korlebu. 19 fucking years. it feels like a lifetime.