People have a curious attachment to their past.

"We know what we are, but we know not what we may be." -- William Shakespeare.

In other news.... Mum and I went apartment-sniping today.  My favourite locale??  Haha.... Chelsea Place, strangely enough the same complex in which I was conceived (I like irony in life).  Even stranger: Building S-8.  I went on to be born on the 8th of November, and my last name is Sullivan.  Oooooo.  More irony.  How delicious.

Observation, by: Dorothy Parker (favourite poet ever)
If I don't drive around the park,
I'm pretty sure to make my mark.
If I'm in bed each night by ten,
I may get back my looks again.
If I abstain from fun and such,
I'll probably amount to much.
But I shall stay the way I am,
Because I do not give a damn.

Comment, also by: Dorothy Parker
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong,
And I am Marie of Roumania.

Mmmm, cast party.... Again, delicious.