Sometimes I’m offended at how squarely I fit into the stupefying cliché of “youngish ethnically ambiguous female with the innate belief that she’s talented and destined to achieve some kind of artistic glory and also leave the country and live anonymously in a random village in the Swiss alps and maybe meet a nice Hungarian man scary enough to calm me down, but sensual enough to inspire all kinds of unrestrained libidinous sex and end up breaking his heart after departing back to reality to find true love, family, happiness and recreational drugs.”
Ugh. I’m just going stick to writing and call it a day.
