Is it bad and totally shallow that I want to be Angelina Jolie when I grow up? Because I'm really fine with it, if that's the case. I'm known to be occasionally, deeply superficial .
At this point, I honestly couldn't be bothered to be bothered about my total lack of inspiration. It's almost Christmas and I still haven't decided how to feel about that. I have such pretty, early childhood memories of this time. And then I decided to grow up and everything lost its magic.
Although I still like going out to the fairy lights and the carols.
I just feel like snuggling up to someone and stay in watching movies...
But work calls. And reality calls...
No more of that, right now. I'm gonna go back to thinking about how lovely it would be if I looked like Angelina...
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