You can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the cracks in that mother f***ing reflection. -Gaga

The past week I've realized or discovered a lot of things. These are the highlights:

Nothing feels better than the love of your best friend. Especially when you can both be silent and you both not only understand- but actually feel- what the other is going through. Sometimes, your soul mate is your best friend, and that love is sometimes more important than others.

When I am going through anything important, I want to do one (or all) of these three things: write, cry and drink red wine (or anything with alcohol content) with said person above, and run. Oh, and shop for furniture (does that make me stereotypical?). Make that four.

J is my rock. My very cute, silly, and sweet rock.

There is a restaurant in NoDa that has crepes. Filled with bananas. And Nutella. Oh. My. God. It doesn't take much to please me, really.

White wine sangria is apparently available in an adult juice box. Yes, a juice box. GENIUS!!! I drank a ridiculous amount of them at the beach this weekend and let me just say that they are most likely going to make a repeat appearance at the pool every weekend this summer. I'm mentally preparing myself.

I'm only inspired to write when bad shit is happening. Does this mean that I'm going to be like my fellow writing idols, where their writing is all about their dysfunctionalism and subsequently, so is their life? Chicken or the egg? Well it's something for me to look forward to....

I'm all for women's sexual liberation but Rihanna's "Rude Boy" makes me extremely uncomfortable. But then again, so does every Lil' Wayne song. Women-1. Men- 168,247,359.

On a fashion note, I am determined to find the perfect fedora with black trim and long black sheer jersey dress to wear over a bathing suit. I want to feel like I'm at Coachella without the accompanying hallucinating drugs. LSD, anyone?

That's all. Hey, Al.