Sometimes it almost seems like I write my own fate in advance. I read my last entry, the things I hope and wished for then, they actually happened, all was not lost.
As much as everyone wants to whine and complain about how inconvenient everything is, they usually all get what they want as long as its in their reach. One cannot dream of falling in love with a frenchmen who listens to AIR and creates delicate raspberry pastries on a corner cafe, if they are no where near Fance. But even so, maybe they'll end up running into him in New York City on his way to an American art school. Eventually, people do end up happy, and if they don't, its the fact that they can't love what's in front of them.