I have been having more and more fantasies aboutt the boyfriend making headway at work, or becoming a famous artist or another.
In these fantasies, he makes enough money so that I don't really have to work. But, with my amazing work ethic and drive to be active, I go out and seek work at a piercing parlor or a coffee shop or a record store and work part time. In these fantasies, I can work in such a place where I can get that monroe piercing, the septum ring, the tattoos on both my forearms, dye my hair pink, etc.
And I would do it now, but I seriously need the benefits, badly.
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You're in this Clint Howard fest too? Goddamn.