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New York, late night pina-coladas, a hipsters confessions, having the talent but missing the glam, escaping the groupie-syndrom, smokey bars and back-stabbing bitches. Welcome to my life, may I offer you a beverage? 

 

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What a golden way to introduce myself huh? Lovely word, Golden. You may picture me as a muddled version of Cassie (from Skins) judging by my introduction but I'd much rather see myself as a mixture of Hermione (You may call me a Potterhead) and Luna Lovegood, but much less brain and much more alcohol running trough me. I've always said that a persons playlist (spotify and ITunes is where you'll find me) exposes them in the most barest way. So what do mine tell about me? "Dream a little dream of me" is now being played trough my headphones. See, don't you just feel so much closer to me now?

I've lived exactly nineteen years, three months and six days on this planet. In case you were taking notes. My journey started in a small town, what a cliché, located somewhere in America (trying to remain mysterious). 

Growing up I lived for the weekly visits to the local library, those nutella covered toasts my grandma made me every Sunday and watching Pokémon before breakfast. Somewhere during High School things changed though, bones turned into curves, braces went off, legs waxed, my innocent face transformed into a canvas and that ponytail I always keep in the back of my neck was let out and my curls was embraced with hairspray. I was selected Prom Queen and joined the Cheerleader team. My Facebook account was holding 5000 friends, my profile picture had over 500 likes and about 90% of the people commenting on my pictures were guys. On my 18th birthday I was offered a job at Hollister as a "floor model". Two months later I had packed my bags, dyed my hair mahogany brown and trashed the flat-iron. My Facebook account was deleted and replaced by Tumblr. The words "free spirit" had been printed into my neck and those bags were now unpacked in a complete different state, The state of New York. Since then I've fallen in and out of love, gained knowledge trough trips and time, been obsessive over Instagram (Hipster alert), shared eyecontact with no less then John Mayer, discovered the charm of the 60's and most recently being signed with "Next Models". 

Kevin, with his trashed jeans, marked jaw and bushy eyebrows has gotten me wanting to visit pubs (where he plays in particular) more often. With his deep, soar voice he makes me all giggely and awkward whenever I get the courage to speak to him. You might understand the whole "groupie"-situation better now? He is the lead singer of a band, which would make me a groupie dating him. But he is so out-of-this-world-gorgeous. Oh, Kevin. 

Guys, I have to interupt this lovely moment of heart-to-heart (sort of) conversation we're having here, my pasta is boiling over. Over and Out, Audrey (lovely name huh?).