years ago, i had this idea that i would like to marry the duke of devonshire because i liked the idea of being called “dolly, duchess of devonshire”.

that must have been nearly 10 years ago. the duke is also some 20 years older than me. sadly, i’ve discovered (by visiting his wikipedia page) that he’s married now. his little heir is not yet two years old. i’m afraid i’m not that much of a cradle robber. there goes my only life goal!

but perhaps i can still be successful. i define success as “being paid to kiss Alexander Skarsgård.” there are only a few people who are or ever can be truly successful.