and have a place in Brooklyn or a tiny studio apartment in the city. I want a french bulldog that I walk in Central Park all the time. I want to eat hotdogs every single time I’m drunk and roaming the streets with my friends. I want to work for a mean designer that will make me cry. I want to see everyone I work with wear fucking beautiful and fashionable clothes. I want to read and do work on the High Line. I want to go to Soho to shop then eat John’s Pizza all the time. I want to go buy the freshest and most delectable food at Eataly in the Flatiron district.
Is it 2015 yet?