I turned 24 on July 24, 2014 and was like-
On July 24th.
So then I decided to move to New York with no job and a temporary apartment and probably not enough money and definitely not enough shoes,
because if I can't be Britney Spears by this age (childhood aspiration unfulfilled), I might as well be not-Britney-Spears in NYC,
No. I am probably very wrong.
But am I mildly delusional and definitely melodramatic?
So I'll probably get really discouraged and feel left out by all the cool NYC blogger BFFs with a million @Instagram #followers
and successful entrepreneurs
and also people with jobs
and then there's the fact that I'm weird which also might not help so much either--
If you can't be dumb and impractical in your 20's with no one's life to ruin but your own
and maybe your mom's because you literally talk like twice a day and it's actually becoming a problem
then when can you???
I mean, probably the answer is whenever, because- as I've learned- idiocy is timeless. Regardless, I'll proceed to seize the moment by seizing a plane next Friday with two suitcases AKA just a lot of impractical shoes and blazers and landing in NYC with no job---- did I mention I don't have a job----and heading to an apartment AKA really just a bed, in a neighborhood with strangers I don't know AKA just strangers because I'm pretty sure not knowing them is in the definition and SCENE.
|tee: gap, shorts: 3.1 phillip lim, shoes: nordstrom/tildon, watch: la mer, glasses de sun: vintage ray-bies|
random "z" on my hand: don't remember but probably something very relevant
in sum :
Happpppyyyy birrrttthhdaayyyy tooooooo mmeeeee.
**feel free to assume I blew out all the candles with one breath and now have 24 boyfriends.
photos not by my blogger boyfriend