Today was fierce.
Not only have I consumed 3 glorious coffees from Pret - I have also lived my best life at Prince Edward decorating some fabuliciously limited-edition merchandise for Pary Moppins. I loved it. And I don't mean to expose my own lack of goals/purpose/overall ambition in life on the internet but
I will; because this is it. This is it, Marty. I could do this 'til I retire. Paying me to literally just sit in a theatre and hot-glue shiny things to other shiny things? YAS HONAAAY. I WAS LIVING. And I got to listen to Katya Zamolodchikova's psychotic podcast in the background as well - so I genuinely don't know why anyone would ever ask for more in life tbh. November 4th officially became the day when Brookster hit the peak of her aspirations and stopped hoping for better things to happen. The top of the career ladder has been: reached.
"Last night I dreamed that one of my relatives abducted me into their storage room and locked the door with a silvery key in the shape of a horse so I panicked and woke up in a cold sweat and told myself that the silvery key in the shape of a horse would've looked so much better in gold and then I fell asleep again and in the next dream I transitioned into a giant, bald mermaid who got arrested by the mermaid police."
Bye now I'm gonna go re-write the Harry Potter books and complain about low-quality feather boas on Twitter.