hay ley

Twenty-nine different attributes, only seven that you like.
I want to learn how to dance the Charleston and go to a jazz bar. I wish I’d grown up in the sixties and seventies, though the lack of MySpace and MSN would be quite depressing (sad though it is to admit). I have a sudden desire to obtain and listen to music that my mother or father would have listened to in their youth (or relative youth). Once I was going to write a list of everyone and everything I hate, though I soon realised that the list would have been far too lengthy and gave up on that idea. Oh, and please, I do not want to hear your fucking MySpace song, so if you would provide me with the option of turning it off, it would be much appreciated. “It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words,” (Syme, George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four). No one can comprehend how much I disagree with this statement – I believe the world would be a much better place if everyone knew how to spell correctly and knew when and where apostrophes were actually required (and so on). I wish I were creative and arty, but sadly, I was only born with intellect accompanied by the unfortunate ability to come across extremely dumb. I dream of being a novelist, a successful one. The one thing my future home must have is a personal library filled with hundreds upon hundreds of books, novels and non-fiction alike. I like to go on to real estate websites and look at mansions in the English countryside that I can really only dream of owning one day.
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