You see here, gaia, I want this camera. So I, a l a n a , can take beautiful pictures and become a starving artist. "Olympus OM-1 SLR"
humdiddly.
I am planning my life story around this and other photography cameras I may recieve. I am letting you hear my life story based on this particular camera:
First, I will get this camera. I will begin taking breathtaking pictures with it, but because I do not have a name that is recognizable I will not get the fame I deserve. After a few months of my mother supporting me she will grow tired of my artistic attitude and my antics. She will then force me to find a job at McDonald's. I will get fired from there for "liberating" birds that are in locked cages in the "back room." My mother will then kick me out of the house because all I do is lay around and take pictures (still breathtaking).
I will then live on the boardwalk in New Jersey, begging the ride operators to let me ride the fariswheel for free. They will not let me.
I get by because I take pictures for people and they pay me in food, temporary housing, showers, and film.
While living my life as a photography bum, I meet this attractive/rich rockstar. He was in New Jersey while on tour with his rock band. He sees me begging for a free fariswheel ride, he approaches me. he says that he will pay for my fariswheel ride ONLY if i let him join me. Which I, obviously, do let him. We have a romantic-movie-moment at the top. He falls in love with me, but I have issues with proximity and relationships, so I push him away. But he KEEPS coming back. contstantly doing all of that romanitic flower buying and monologue saying.
After a bit of pushing him away, I find out he truly loves me. He writes me a love song. We start dating. We are in love.
I follow him all around the world while he is on tour. Always supportive. always happy. every set he performs songs he has written about me, for I am his muse.
Eventually he asks me to marry him. I agree. and we have a wonderful wedding. with only close friends and family around.
He even sponsors a show that I want to put on, with all of my photography pictures. And a famous talent scout finds this show. He loves my work and I get hired as a photographer for a mutlimillion dollar art company.
My husband then buys me a beach house, right in view of amazing sunsets.
I have my photography, he has his music. we have each other.
we will grow old together, forever loving eachother. forever happy.
the end.
 Butt[Lips] · Mon May 21, 2007 @ 04:44am · 2 Comments |
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