Hi (:
My name is Chair and I rock.
Seventeen candles on the 28th September '09. I ♥ cocktails, cocaine, and clubbing.

PARAMORE
is the bomb.
you know you love me
xoxo


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at 10:25 AM

so the website is real. and even then the folks won't hear me out. they just don't want me to go. period. they want me to be as ordinary as ordinary gets. go to uni, graduated, find a job (lawyer/doctor/accountant), get married, have kids, and basically live the life they are living now. but i don't want that. it is the epitome of boring. THEIR LIFE IS A RUT AND THEY DON'T KNOW IT. my dad's idea of a relaxing weekend is to wake up at like, 9am? then wash up and go out for lunch. then go for coffee. then movie. come home and nap. watch tv. dinner, then go to bed. he can do this WEEK AFTER WEEK for the rest of his life and he'll be the happiest man on earth.

mum's life revolve round her kids. not that it's a bad thing. she's the best mum on earth. but i don't want that. my children are going to be one part of my life, but NOT the centre of it. i live for ME.

Hollywood will have to wait for now. but i'll make it there by one way or another.