revelations
Tonight I hung out with some friends. Their apartment was one of the smallest, but warmest and homiest places I've ever been. I realized that I've been sort of conditioned to value the size of my home over the quality of life I'm living in it. That's not me. That's awful. But it was perfect. It was a perfect moment of "Jesus, I just need the warmth and the love and happiness in 4 walls- not the fucking walls themselves."
We watched one of the best 90 minutes of TV ever (hell yes, "Sons of Anarchy") over the course of 2+ hours (lots of pausing to discuss and scream, what have you). And I was happy.
I also decided smoking is fucking dumb & threw my cigarettes out the window on the highway (sorry for littering, I'll clean my own street tomorrow to make up for it).
I'm gonna be ok.
We watched one of the best 90 minutes of TV ever (hell yes, "Sons of Anarchy") over the course of 2+ hours (lots of pausing to discuss and scream, what have you). And I was happy.
I also decided smoking is fucking dumb & threw my cigarettes out the window on the highway (sorry for littering, I'll clean my own street tomorrow to make up for it).
I'm gonna be ok.