Things to do in life: Meet a hooker.

Check. 

And, we're back.

Different city, different apartment, different job…everything is different.

You’re only truely settled once you have the internet hooked up.

Home? 

I wish there were a way to express those true moments of happiness without others being jealous or thinking you’re lame or trying to take it away from you.

When I can look outside of my shabby apartment window and see a beautiful blue sky and understand how completely beautiful even the smallest most mundane things are, I want to share it.

I want to point and say, “Do you see it?”

But there’s nothing in particular to point out.  And from any other point of view it would seem ugly.

It’s all in my mind.

So, I forever have the right of way as a pedestrian...