At the moment the only things I really enjoy are Harry Potter, fashion, food, beards and How I Met Your Mother. I consider boys with similar interests and tattoos, marriage material.
I’m a little bit Penny Lane and a whole lot of Joan Holloway. I can’t decide if I’d rather be Miranda Priestly or Lily Aldrin but right now I’m just aiming for Blair Waldorf (with a bit of 50s flare).
I used to run a magazine, but now I’m currently planning out the next chapter of my life. I’d really like to fast forward to the good parts—I’m crossing my fingers it turns out like a Gaslight Anthem song.
I’m not quite sure if I’m growing up or just growing old, but as long as I still quote Fall Out Boy songs, I’ll know who I am.
"You want a job, a vacation, heath insurance, validation, a back rub, a scalp massage at the place where you get your haircut, people who are jealous of you, an ex who won’t stop texting you when they’re drunk, Twitter followers, happiness maybe sorta, someone to buy you lunch at a fancy restaurant, a mentor who can tell you what the hell to do with your life, a reliable internet connection, a reliable human connection, a gift card to the grocery store, dinner parties with friends where everyone will pretend to have their crap together for just one night, a nice flirty text message to wake up to every morning for the rest of your life, for everyone to like you even if you don’t like anyone, and one of those nights that doesn’t end till 9 AM and reminds you what it feels like to be young and alive. Oh, and $$$. That’s all. Think you can get that for me? For us?"
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