i don’t know what to write i don’t know what to write i want to move to New York i want to live in London and Paris i want to learn French and become an actor. i want to meet noel fielding i think he is wonderful. i want to meet a musician and hang out with him in clubs and pubs around the city. i want us to feed off each others creativity. wear outrageous clothes together and become ultra cool and be well know around the city. have wonderful sex and drink all the time. do coke together and never take exercise.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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