Love is a Many Splendoured Thing

At my job sometimes we have to take a lot of personal information from customers. Sometimes we "forget", and just use fake info. Today, we were doing just that and my coworker suggested a random fake phone number for me to use. I punched it into the system and lo and behold, up came the customer profile of my uncle.

I love it when this kind of thing happens.

I love coffee. Everything about coffee. The way it smells, the way it tastes, the way it makes me feel.

I love it when I can smell the ocean in the air.

I love my mom & dad and my brother. They have stuck by me through some pretty fucked up shit, even though they don't know the half of it.

I love red wine.

I love gin & tonics.

I love lying down and looking up at the stars.

I love all the people I have ever loved before. Even the ones I never talk to anymore.

Don't need a shot of heroin to kill my disease, I need a shot of love. So I'm going to start administering it. Good vibes from here on in.