+ + No explanation needed.

Though I will say this: it feels REALLY GOOD to be HOME.

Honourable mentions: Scented candles; everything Apple; bunny slippers; Elton John; spending Amazon vouchers; unpacking all my belongings; walking around New York City; dates with good looking boys; sitting next to someone on the plane who follows me on Twitter; SXSW; contemplating the concept of the International Playgirl Olympics; making out; being back in my apartment; Palmer’s Dark Chocolate & Peppermint cocoa butter lip treatment stuff; ANTM; looking at the easter candy selection; “keep it cute or put it on mute”; watching really terrible old movies (namely Look Who’s Talking — “Molly, I know this sounds awful, but I’m going through a selfish phase right now”); pre-dawn singalongs; vegan chocolate-lavender shakes at Toy Joy; cannibalism (I can’t really explain this one); American accents; rapping & hooping at the same time, & last but certainly not least, ALL OF YOU for being so overwhelmingly supportive, excitable, fabulous & beautiful, delightful beings. I love you.