poor is the man who's pleasures depend on the permission of another
acting, film, theatre, music, dancing, hot weather, singing (in the shower or on stage after a few drinks), riding my bike, clothing, painting, road trips, plane trips, visiting family in Brazil and Lebanon, laughing with friends, ancient Greek and Roman history, curling up with a good book and a cup of sleepytime tea, miniature dachshunds!!, chandeliers, breaking a sweat, smoking reefers, summertime in Paris, telling my 4 joke repertoire, Pookie-the best cat to ever exist, befriending people with swimming pools and cottages, discovering people's passions/obsessions, antiques, photoshoots, evolving and adapting, thunderstorms, the ocean....anywhere
whoever owns this car
listening to Alannah Myles while driving fast down the highway with big fuck off sunglasses on and a cigarette hanging out of my mouth...get in line boys.
angels with dirty faces, all about eve
ROME
"In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour of loving. Nature does not often say 'See!' to her poor creature at a time when seeing can lead to happy doing; or reply 'Here!' to a body's cry of 'Where?' till the hide-and-seek has become an irksome, outworn game. We may wonder whether at the acme and summit of the human progress these anachronisms will be corrected by a finer intuition, a closer interaction of the social machinery than that which now jolts us round and along; but such completeness is not to be prophesied, or even conceived as possible. Enough that in the present case, as in millions it was not the two halves of a perfect whole that confronted each other at the perfect moment; a missing counterpart wandered independently about the earth waiting in crass obtuseness till the late time came. Out of which maladroit delay sprang anxieties, disappointments, shocks, catastrophes and passing-strange destinies."