I'm really blessed, is mostly what I've been thinking tonight.
I've got a family who let me crash on their couch because I'm broke, and actually fight over who gets to give me money for coffee and cigarettes.
I've got a friend back in New York who doesn't get mad at me even though I always miss her calls.
And another who always makes me laugh, even when he's pissed off with life.
And another one in Liverpool who sticks out all the tough shit with me.
And one here at home who doesn't mind that I never have anything to say and has excellent taste in baked goods.
And one in Vienna with gorgeous tattoos who seems to know my soul, even if it's been five years.
Oh, fuck off everybody. Changing addresses always makes me sentimental.