Sometimes I wish I was a writer (I'm not sure what kind of writer, there are plenty that would work in this scenario) and lived in California. Like in Hollywood (we know how I love me some celebrity gossip). I would write cool things, know cooler people (cough JB cough cough). I would even go to these nice parties on yachts. And I know exactly what dress I would wear (if you'd like to see it, send me a text and I will send it to you because I have been obsessed for months). And I would be witty, and beautiful, and entertaining, and awesome, and have tons of amazing clothes (you have to when you're part of Hollywood, obviously).
And then I realize this will probably always be a dream, because it's not really the dream I want for myself. I want to spend the next few years finishing school, traveling, finding a job I like, I dunno, maybe marrying a cute boy (gasp!). I know that sounds boring compared to yacht parties in fabulous dresses, but it is what I want, as much as I say I'm not getting married, it could happen. And I know that it will be BETTER than any yacht party with famous people with large egos.
Seriously, text me and I will show you the dress, it is awesome.
