So I blogged a few hours ago about boo-hoo life is shit… then a best mate came through to paint smiles on my face.
While I must get off of the island of Queens and back to my beloved Manhattan, I need to say, living down the block from Chris and David has been divine. It’s funny the Universe “just happened” to plant me here while dealing with two events that will definitely be something brought up at 70th birthday parties… which happened to occur within an eight week period down the block from my best friends.
Earlier tonight when I was ranting about how things can always be worse, I guess this ties to that. I can bitch all I want about my dog dying for no reason or another husband walking out. Though realistically, I know my life is far from bad.
Once I get another apartment in midtown, it will be further improved. I think I’m finished saying things can always get worse. I’m starting to prefer, thank goodness for what I’ve got.
Regardless. I have to tell myself, anyways. If I don’t… well… no matter.
Thank you Chris, David, Queens, Cult, Om, Azna and all the rest.