Gauloises!

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I love smoking french cigarettes.

I love the way it seems the sky is covering me on a clear day, like so many fancy clothes.

I love the taste of beer in my mouth after a hard days work.

I love seeing people you didn't expect (like Brock-Lee, kung foo ninja at Hendrix).

I love looking at your past and seeing no regrets (ok, now i'm just being positive again, DAMN!).

I love looking at my cats and knowing that they need me when no one else needs me.

I love feeling like i'm floating after way too much vodka and way too much chronic.

I love knowing that i'm crazy and wild and unpredictable, much like those weeds you thought you'd poisoned.

I love that today seems more like Valentines Day than Febuary 14th.

I love being happy with myself.

I love being hardcore and not taking shit from anyone that i don't have to.

I love my friends and the people i know, because they are so very very special.

I love that when i die, someone close to me will spread my ashes across a lonely stretch of Antartica, that "I" may be frozen to the ice in particles too numerous to count.

I love that damn salad at DamGoode.

I love giving all my dreams over to chance, because trying to make the world into my dreams is too hard, but chance will let it happen when it will.

I love that i may never be a great writer, but at least i'm proud that that's what i wanted.

I love that i don't care about things, i only care about the moments.

And i especially love that my boobies are bigger and fuller and prettier than they were last year!

Yay for big boobies!