17 6 / 2013
It’s funny. When time seems meaningless; when you have no alarm clock beating your brain or a train running late to spoil your afternoon. The world is free and open and welcoming you and your money: come doll, eat me, buy me, love me and dance all around me. I can’t say I’m sick of this whole unemployment thing yet because god knows I am not. I am loving it, I have not even complained of boredom once! Go me, I have matured. With that, I have found no time to write my 3 chapters due in July to my lovely agent Albert who has probably forgot about my existence and my so called “amandaisms” by now. I don’t even know what I do all day, seriously people ask me and I don’t know what to say- I love it! Where did all my career lady single mom aspirations go? ( no I never wanted to be a single mom but to have established myself enough so if I was fucked over I could easily be one). But now, I talk in fantasies, I am currently an aspiring actress, writer, I am also a near-future store owner with my friends and I want a self titled cafe as well. Am I decreasing in age? Or am
I fucking living the life? You decide.