…If I knew what I was doing with my life, I’d build a time machine to be a cigarette girl in buenos aries circa when they had the american version of 1964.

But since I don’t and I don’t have a steak. Things I like in no particular order

- craft service before a shoot

- flirting with bartenders, it’s not like they make sex workers for girls

- I don’t know if eating in restaurants should be one of these because if you don’t like to eat out, I don’t want to know you/reading menus of places and envisioning myself eating them, even if I never go

-making fake craigslist ads with friends

I’m going to quit while I’m being and say these all have to do with food or displaced sexual energry (see: food). Oh! Spanish pop songs, perferably crossover

what am I going to do with liking restaurants and spanish music? It’s not like I could open a mexican diner that is known for fun times and a good meet up spot for the $45 handjob. That’s a dream that happens when the sitcom writers run out of ideas people!