The Twenty-Something

The musings of pre-life crisis

Thursday, 7 October 2010

This is Lucy. I live with her. She was sad I never mentioned her in my blog, so I'm mentioning her.

She's a well cool kid, bruv.

Lauren in Wonderland: 'Twenty one year old student seeks meaning of life': I read too many novels, which does little for my social skills or my sense of realism. However I justify this by feigning intelligence and doing an English Literature degree. I should probably be decorating my room with deep, meaningful art but I can't bring myself to give up my Star Wars figures or my Disney videos. I make my money by knowing pointless things about Jane Austen and her novels, which seems really clever but will infact provide me with little assitance in the real world. I sometimes consider convincing Jack Penate to marry me so I can be Mervyn Peake's grandaughter, though my compulsive laziness means I will probably infact never marry at all. Instead I'll spend my christmases drinking vodka and performing a stunning rendition of 'All by Myself'

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