I was just reading over at A Southern Belle Trying Not to Rust, where she talks about being reunited with Sex and the City in just a mere day. I am as thrilled as she is. Seriously. I got hooked on SATC a few episodes before it ended. It was me and my friend Red M. Over the next few months, I sporadically rented the DVD's, starting back at Season 1. Within months, I was hooked. Renting them wasn't enough. I bought as many as I could as they were released, and each birthday and christmas that passed, a Sex and the City season was at the top of my list. Finally, I had watched and owned the entire series. Beginning to end. And I absofuckinglutely loved it. So I watched it again. And again. And probably again. Not religiously or OCD-like, but an episode or two or three here n there when I have an hour or so to myself. And it helps like nothing else helps when I have a case of insomnia. My couch and Sex and the City. It's not an insult to SATC, like it's so boring that I fall asleep ... it just relaxes me. I watch it over and over because it never bores me. I find that I relate to it differently each time I watch it because I'm at different times in my life, different levels of my relationships. It's a fabulous show. It was a fabulous movie. I can't wait to see 'the second'.
“Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, and those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the-you-you love, well, that’s just fabulous.”