» dreams. dreaming. dreamt.
I know word presses are supposed to be more developed than a simple web journal. Yet I believe that for me what this word press account has turned into is a place where I can just dump anything I have been thinking about in.
Today it has been a debate over apartment issues. My roommate is extremely clean, I am clean-ish, yet I have a tendency t create organized piles of my stuff sporadically around the house. I leave condiments out on the counter. I sometimes leave a dirty pot to soak overnight vs. cleaning. I have been doing my best to keep my piles at bay, and leave condiments out in neat places, yet these are habits I just can’t break. She tells me about them everyday, and doesn’t notice I am trying. Oh well, i just won’t continue the lease. I need a small nicely lit and cluttered studio all to myself, i need a place where I can walk around in my underwear and leave cereal bowls around, I want to leave my markers out on a table.
basically i want a house in the country with lots of windows to let in light, and a boy that is there to cook with me and write things down.
a house like this near a field and a lake

and wear frilly dresses like this from Miu MIu

and drive my dream 1954 Jaguar

oh how fun it is to imagine.

