I've never had a week so drama free, puppy free, or where I just felt mother fucking happy. I am so happy IT SCARES THE MOTHER FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME. Last night, I took the train into the City. Trains amaze me so much more than airports. SLC is practically a snow globe. Same with NYC. It's a different world surrounded by some peculiar ass shit. I don't know why I'm cursing like a sailor, but whatever. I'm getting it out. It was like Harry Potter! In the train and then suddenly GRAND CENTRAL STATION. It. Was. Incredible. I've only visited NYC on vakay, but I live here now. I was in a magical place. Dog shit problems couldn't hurt me anymore. While sitting in the fountain (yes, in the fountain) with Dhara, I felt like I was dreaming. How could this be real? How could I, someone who has been miserable for so effing long be in place they not only love, but personal happiness? The hard work and nights in Oakwood Plaza Barnes & Noble were worth it. The Dog Days Are Over. Literally.
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