floating i love breakfasts. they're so hopeful. practically every man i've ever dated celebrated something i loved with me. mo used to celebrate breakfast. and i'm thankful for that. today i had a particularly lovely one. i felt like a princess. i felt ridiculously rich. my warm friends matched the rays of sunlight poking in through the windows. and i had jam and butter and eggs and really oily fava beans and i realized-- one day i'll be physically incapable of eating this much fat in one sitting. one day i wont be able to smoke with my friends in a lovable rundown apartment in the middle of nowhere. you know, they're right, you can't have something just because you want it very badly. but you can have what you have-- and when you learn to do that--you wont want ever again i don't need hope and i don't need faith. i had the most breathtaking day and i have the warmest kindest moments i love every beautiful painful happy tearful moment of my life |