All is light.

Everything has a fuzzy halo around it since a few hours ago, including the moon in the wake of last night’s rain. Fate and love and joy and money have all come together and fallen into my hands in the form of silver planes and magazines. Consumer masses, I never thought I would say this, but I LOVE YOU.
I drove home smoking and spitting monologues into a broken phone, because I could not wait the hour to tell. I may be able to go to Portugal, for free.
Oliver, I’m coming for you.
All was great tonight between dinner with chef and the conversations with Zach before and after. The first caught me in a rare absence of thought, and held a question that caused my stomache to burst with lust and flickering like I have not felt in years. The latter held a comment that could be my ticket, literally, out of here. Regardless of what happens after this my daydreams have been validated for a moment and that feeling is like no other.

In other news: I must see you.

Give me validation.

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