What Dreams are Made of

Escaping my archetypal surroundings is what i aim for after school. Ayla and I were conversing about it the other day during school. Our words went in the way of something like this:

Ayla: man I so can't wait until we move to London
Me: yeah, we are gunna have THE best time. We'll be so poor
Ayla: ...what? Why will we be poor?
Me: well, all our money will be spent on clothes. We wont have any money left except for rent money.
Ayla: HAHAHA oh god, you're so right.
Me: yeah, our house will just be the crappiest cheapest apartment in Camden somewhere and all that will be in it is two beds, a set of drawers overflowing with clothes, a table and a dishwasher
Ayla: yeah and the rest of the place will just be clothes. When people come in it'll be like CLOTHES ATTACK
Me: most definately
Both of us: CUDDLES


Watch out London, here we come....in five years.