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The Hour is Passed

The Glamour is Gone

Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.

My purpose in life is: to marry a tall, handsome, aloof nobleman and retreat to my remote schloss... and sit in my library, with the windows thrown open, the cool mountain air mingling with the archaic smell of books... reading poetry and sipping champagne as Mozart languidly wafts in and out of my consciousness.

And with that in mind, my existence is tragic... Jaykay, I don't believe marriage. But I would like a schloss, thank you.

I love coffee, shopping, procrastinating, reading, being snarky... sometimes I'm depressive. Most of the time, I'm just laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.