any at all, i mean…i’d move to long island and stalk jeff rosenstock. maybe find conor oberst’s apartment in the village. i’d get my eyebrow pierced, no matter how tacky everyone thinks it is. i’d buy a denim jacket and sew punk band patches on it. dye my hair black. go to local band concerts. have an apartment filled with awesome movie/band posters. attend NYU film school. make a kickass student film. win an award. (it’ll be a horror movie…) then eli roth will see it for rumors that it is amazing will circulate (and he went to NYU film school…more incentive to see it…) and we’ll meet! and become best buds. then i’ll marry him. PIPE DREAM OVER.
there’s a university i really like in long island and i hear the apartments/houses are cheap. i’d help you afford uni and make sure to tell you when your roots are showing under the black hairdye. then i’d tell you to “fly, little bird! flyyyy!” once you’re a filmmaking genius and ensure eli roth is somehow on the way. and i’d be a total suck up an ask to be the maid of honor. the end. c: (i left out the part about jesse lacey falling madly in love with me but it was implicit and i know you’re totally cool with it because then he’ll get drunk at your wedding and confess his crush on kdev and it will be awesome.)
