despite my constant worrying, i do, in a highly oblique way, know what i want. i have a dream job that is so out of touch with reality that it just might come true.
i want to work in the movies.
i don't know just what i would do there, i don't labour under the illusion that i would wake up happy daily thinking about what i do. i probably won't even make enough money to feed myself but at least i do know what i want for now.
what is with my preoccupation with california? it's all the music my parents exposed me to when i was a kid i swear.
i must say that their rendition of dream a little dream of me is probably my favourite.
our day will come.
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