I know it wouldn’t ever last, but what I really want, even if just for a couple months, is to go to work and have that work be so creatively fulfilling and monetarily substantial, that that is all I have to do. I’d leave at the end of the day feeling satisfied with how I spent my time, and what I contributed or created during those eight to twelve hours. I’d come home happy and I’d be able to really relax, because my work would truly be done.
I’ve never been to Europe, and I’ve been dying to go to Italy for as long as I can remember. I was supposed to go many years ago, but the trip was canceled when my father announced, “We’re not going to Italy now, your mother wants a divorce instead.”
But soon, skipping along the Venice canals will be more than just a daydream. Ben and I will be in Italy June 6th - 14th, and I couldn’t be more excited.
Despite its air of cliche, my life really is la dolce vita. I can’t believe how fortunate I am and can’t help but pinch myself every day.
Only thing I’ve been wearing for weeks.
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A rendition of Ludacris’ “ROLL OUT” but it’s by me and it’s called “RALLED OUT” and instead of being about smokin weed & smoochin hoes, it’s about me chompin Adderall & pumping out new drafts of my pilot every week.
Twenty-eight, shopping at Fred Segal in Birkenstocks listening to the new Mac DeMarco album, which is perfectly upbeat and bummed out. Which is exactly how birthdays go.