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my idea of the perfect life involves sharing an apartment in Wicker Park, riding my bike to work, slicing avocados, blasting the New Pornographers, fresh flowers on the dining room table, writing stories at the beach, going for train rides when it's hot, caraffes filled with ice cold water and lemon slices, buying all my clothes and furnishings at the thrift store, smoking cigarettes on the back porch in the evenings.
it does not involve this unending tiredness i've been feeling, or these aching joints, or these fuzzy perceptions, or this pervasive coldness, or waking up sweaty in the middle of the night. none of that shit is involved in my perfect future.
anyway, i'm really bad at the whole early 20s thing. but i'm gonna make a great late-20s/early-30's something. yeahhhh.
also, if i wait four years, i can have a fucking hyrdogen-powered car. everything's coming up natalee...
it does not involve this unending tiredness i've been feeling, or these aching joints, or these fuzzy perceptions, or this pervasive coldness, or waking up sweaty in the middle of the night. none of that shit is involved in my perfect future.
anyway, i'm really bad at the whole early 20s thing. but i'm gonna make a great late-20s/early-30's something. yeahhhh.
also, if i wait four years, i can have a fucking hyrdogen-powered car. everything's coming up natalee...