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What can I say? It happens..

“My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.” ― Anaïs Nin

[Drafted in May] We watched Annie Hall one Sunday afternoon. He brought his laundry over to do because I had a washer/dryer in my building. We pooled our quarters, took breaks in the film to change loads, and once dry, we dumped the warm, fresh clothes on my bed and folded together. I loved that day and I loved that movie. "After that it got pretty late, and we both had to go, but it was great seeing Annie again. I... I realized what a terrific person she was, and... and how much fun it was just knowing her; and I... I, I thought of that old joke, y'know, the, this... this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken." And, uh, the doctor says, "Well, why don't you turn him in?" The guy says, "I would, but I need the eggs." Well, I guess that's pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y'know, they're totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and... but, uh, I guess ...

I am obsessed with every single word in this song. I listen approximately 14 times a day. It is everything.

*but you probably were not A few weeks ago my college girlfriends came to visit, and it was, as they say, the tits. And I don't just mean because three times a day, new mama KT had to pump and dump her alcohol tainted breast milk. It was so great because all 6 of us got to spend real quality time completely uninterrupted by children/spouses/work. We just got to hang. It was the breast. I mean the best. I turned 29 since the last time I wrote. I'm a new number now! The end of 28 was hard and hurtful and heavy, so I was happy to usher in a fresh new year, even if it does bring me closer to 30. I celebrated by doing the following of my favorite BK activities: Dough donuts in the AM on a stranger's stoop, bike ride past the Williamsburg waterfront, a fresh tattoo (more on that later), and a lovely outside dinner at Saraghina with some of my most beloved lady friends. Year 28 had some of my highest highs and lowes...