In my early college years, I always wanted to become one of those starving artist types. I pictured myself living in NYC, living in a 1 bedroom apartment with 7 other 20-somethings, working in a diner, and trying to book dancing gigs in my free time.
In the day time I'd work at my crappy diner job, and at night I'd be a go-go dancer at a fancy night club. I'd wear little sparkly costumes and dance around all night, letting everyone think I lead some kind of glamorous life.
And of course all of my roommates would be gay guys and other struggling artists. We'd all complain about how we don't have any money all the time, but in the end know how lucky we are to have each other.
And no, this isn't the plot for Rent. But the whole Bohemian thing would fit in too!
Sigh...
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