Moving to New Zealand. Don’t know when, don’t know how but mark my words…it’ll happen.
Dear Younger Self,
INVEST FIFTY BUCKS IN THE STOCK MARKET EVERY MONTH!! You don’t need to eat out so much. Think of all that compound interest!
If they don’t have beards and aren’t clean-shaven either, they make good short-term but bad long-term boyfriends. Beware.
Stop worrying about making people happy or getting people’s approval.
Forget trends; go for the classics.
Don’t gossip; it makes you untrustworthy.
Condoms, condoms, condoms.
Kindness is everything.
Naomi Wolf, What I Know Now: Letters to My Younger Self (public library)
I seriously have no fucking idea what I’m gonna’ do when I get home from vacation.