Yeah, so I don't know exactly what this journal on this site is all about, but if it's anything like I'm thinking, then it's for me to spout off about random nonsense.

Anyway, I'm watching this flick called "Starstruck" from England, circa 1982, and it gave me the anxious jitters over how much I'd absolutely love to go there, to London that is. However, my long-lived dream and goal is to visit New York before I die. I wondre why so many people get to visit New York, especially within the circle of people I used to be friends with and now some of my acquaintances and even my last boyfriend -- it seems like such an easy task to travel for everybody except me.

Oh well. I may have been born poor, but I have such great hopes of dying anything but.