feeling infinite

sometimes you need a cookie.

like this cookie.

sprinkles always preferred. and sometimes when you eat this cookie, you feel like it might be the best cookie of your entire life. and maybe even sometimes you eat this cookie and feel like you want to roll over and die because it's so good and nothing will ever be as good as it so you might as well just die now as the happiest girl in america.

said feeling happened to me when i ate aforementioned cookie two days ago. let's just say i haven't been the same since.

and sometimes, you just have to head to a small town to hang out with old friends. and when you do this, you sometimes see quaint scenes that make you feel like you wish you could live in a summery breeze of a small town for the rest of your life.

and then there are times when you take pictures of clouds that make you either want to eat cotton candy or learn to time travel just in case time traveling looks like this whilst the traveling happens.

and yes, i do imagine that time traveling would look like this, and if it doesn't, i'll be sorely disappointed.

but most of the time you just need a ride in the westy with the windows down and the pod tuned to nick drake's pink moon or neil young's harvest up and down the asphalt and neon and ghetto of state street with your hair being blown into a million little nests of snarls made pleasant by the summer's twilight breeze.

summer is good. the little things are good. feeling infinite is good.

i'm addicted to feeling infinite these days. and i'm glad that i feel infinite enough times to develop that crazy cockamamie addiction.

life is good. and the summer has only just begun, kids.