Perfect Things

I'm fighting a whisper-quiet hangover and trying to remember how many cans of Keith's were opened last night.

I painted. I smoked. I ate alot of junk food. I picnicked. I danced. I doubled over in laughter. I stood in the rain with a lottery ticket. I bought $5 sandals. I fell in love at the pet store. I found perfect things at Michaels. I over-hot-pepper-flaked my Thai. I gave up on my hair. I'm pretty sure I drunk texted. I engaged in a game with styrofoam cups. I twirled and ate Twizzlers. I sang along. I tease-flirted. I waved to the crazy woman across from the fire escape. She didn't wave back. I fell for Bradley Cooper. I finally got to hear her voice on my phone.

A friend once said that life's boring without a hobby.

I think a life dependant on a hobby is missing out on true happiness.