No, no, no, no, not in that 'Medium' kinda way, but it was freaky nonetheless.
I'm watching Bridget Jones Diary, because I'm just in that mood for something that makes me feel less tragic (compared to Bridget I've got it going on! xD!). Anywho, in twenty years, I reckon I'll be Bridget's friend Shazza.
Hanging out with a bunch of social misfits in a dingy bar, sippng lazily on a drink, with every second word as fuck.
Minus the cigarettes and dirty-blonde hair, I'm Shazza all over.
It's so realistic it's damn near terrifying.
Actually, I'm not so opposed to the whole idea.
I've never really had incredibly massive ambitions, really, I don't think I ever want to the area. Everyone bitches and moans about how much they hate the place, and how much they want to leave, but I don't see the point. They need more people in the country, and there's jobs available, especally for all the fields I would consder working in.
So, I've never wanted to move far, go into a big exciting job, have a massive house, or even a busy social life.
I'd be happy as fuck to live in a townhouse, work in a book shop, and have my little circle of tight buds who I can call at 3am without them hating me (got that one already ticked off the list, xD!).
I don't think that growing up to be Shazza would be that bad a thing
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Fire, fire is what I see. Sorrounded by flames, dying in fire...My fear, My desire
'Spose because it reminds me of my family, as most of them smoke.
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Writing is like heroin. When youre doing it you're flying and when youre not its all you can think about, but no good can ever come of it and in the end it will ruin your life."
Lisa Desrochers
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Fire, fire is what I see. Sorrounded by flames, dying in fire...My fear, My desire
Glad to know someone shares my opinion!
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Writing is like heroin. When youre doing it you're flying and when youre not its all you can think about, but no good can ever come of it and in the end it will ruin your life."
Lisa Desrochers
and im like"Well of course, but thats different"
lol
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Fire, fire is what I see. Sorrounded by flames, dying in fire...My fear, My desire
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Writing is like heroin. When youre doing it you're flying and when youre not its all you can think about, but no good can ever come of it and in the end it will ruin your life."
Lisa Desrochers
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Fire, fire is what I see. Sorrounded by flames, dying in fire...My fear, My desire
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