In less than 2 weeks I'll be in Europe. This couldnt come at a better time. I'm going to drink wine and smoke cigs in true Sarah Jessica Parker "Carrie" fashion. It's really bad for me, i know. But it is my form of rebellion (along with having a potty mouth at times).
Of the three loves in my life, two are to get married this year and the last has climbed his way out of his self-loathing pathetic hole of a life to start dating again. And I know her. She's not trashy but not gorgeous. Whatever.
And on the heels of my 27th birthday. WIsh me luck in Italy: #1 that i dont kill my best friend, #2 that i find a hot mess of a italian with duel american citizenship, #3 that i relax, renew myself and realize that amazing things are still in the cards for me.
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