Talk is Cheap :)
I was hanging out with Ryan the other day - and we started talking about the future. You know where do you see yourself in the next five years? Well, of course I went first because it was not only my topic of conversation but I also cannot help but think about my future and how fabulous I want it to be. You see I have been reading these books about these social elite living in New York City and I cannot help but wonder how that life would be. AKA. DREAMING MY LIFE AWAY!!!
So, I started talking about the fact that I "think" I could live alone as long as friends or family were near by. You know you need people around to celebrate your birthday, favorite holidays, and the little achievements you make along the way. Not to mention you need someone to bitch and moan to when your life seems to be falling apart.
Then I talked about the fact that I didn't want a lavish apartment, with amazing scenery, or a hardcore balcony. I actually want something quite small and really simple. I want to be able to furnish my apartment sufficiently rather than wasting it all on rent. I want to be able to buy amazing outfit and gorgeous shoes. I want to have an amazing car that will be leased rather than bought. With this Ryan made a good point - sounds like your going to be living in a bad part of the neighborhood, especially if you want all your money to go to that stuff. Which, I replied - that is why I am going to own a dog. You see the dog would not only serve as a source of protection but also something to look forward too. I could imagine myself taking him or her on long walks and letting him or her run free through the dog park - making friends along the way. AND my dog was most definitely NOT going to be a little shit that I carried around in my purse. It was going to be able to walk on its own and be far from spoiled but extremely loved.
Then I started talking about my ideal job and how I wanted to work in a library nearby. Preferably in the children's department where I would put on an array of children's programs for youngsters. I would know all of the children by their first names and I would get them super excited about reading ESPECIALLY in the SUMMER. I would have to say the best part of my job would be the fact that I worked Monday - Friday which meant that I could spend the weekends with my friends drinking cosmos and bullshitting about the week.
Then I went into detail about the fact that my favorite day would be Sunday because I would wake up late and walk to my favorite bakery. There I would eat a raspberry pastry and read the New York Times and attempt to do the crossword puzzle but fail miserably. The owner of the place would know me by my first name since it would become a tradition and at times things would be on “him” rather than me.
With this I stopped talking and apologized for going on and on. After all we never got into where he saw himself. He looked at me and said - I think that I would make a good sportscaster. I said and...he said and what? Then I went off on how he didn't ever think or dream things for himself. He looked at me and said - your such a girl. I thought about it for a minute, and said ya. ya I am! :)
So, I started talking about the fact that I "think" I could live alone as long as friends or family were near by. You know you need people around to celebrate your birthday, favorite holidays, and the little achievements you make along the way. Not to mention you need someone to bitch and moan to when your life seems to be falling apart.
Then I talked about the fact that I didn't want a lavish apartment, with amazing scenery, or a hardcore balcony. I actually want something quite small and really simple. I want to be able to furnish my apartment sufficiently rather than wasting it all on rent. I want to be able to buy amazing outfit and gorgeous shoes. I want to have an amazing car that will be leased rather than bought. With this Ryan made a good point - sounds like your going to be living in a bad part of the neighborhood, especially if you want all your money to go to that stuff. Which, I replied - that is why I am going to own a dog. You see the dog would not only serve as a source of protection but also something to look forward too. I could imagine myself taking him or her on long walks and letting him or her run free through the dog park - making friends along the way. AND my dog was most definitely NOT going to be a little shit that I carried around in my purse. It was going to be able to walk on its own and be far from spoiled but extremely loved.
Then I started talking about my ideal job and how I wanted to work in a library nearby. Preferably in the children's department where I would put on an array of children's programs for youngsters. I would know all of the children by their first names and I would get them super excited about reading ESPECIALLY in the SUMMER. I would have to say the best part of my job would be the fact that I worked Monday - Friday which meant that I could spend the weekends with my friends drinking cosmos and bullshitting about the week.
Then I went into detail about the fact that my favorite day would be Sunday because I would wake up late and walk to my favorite bakery. There I would eat a raspberry pastry and read the New York Times and attempt to do the crossword puzzle but fail miserably. The owner of the place would know me by my first name since it would become a tradition and at times things would be on “him” rather than me.
With this I stopped talking and apologized for going on and on. After all we never got into where he saw himself. He looked at me and said - I think that I would make a good sportscaster. I said and...he said and what? Then I went off on how he didn't ever think or dream things for himself. He looked at me and said - your such a girl. I thought about it for a minute, and said ya. ya I am! :)