Well reader, I changed my mind. I'm actually not going to be a singer, I'll invest all my money in the stock market, and become very very rich. I found a good way to achieve this, and I just can't wait to meet Donald. Trump, of course, not the duck.
I've spent my day translating an add for a newsletter which helps you win money thanks to the stock market, and I reached the point where I wonder if I should not stop studying right now, and try this technique instead. Of course, the only problem is you need to start off somewhere. Maybe when my song is out I'll have enough money to invest? I'll buy a goldmine first, and then I'll let my money work for me. I just love the concept. I can just see the little green bills and golden coins with their spades and axes, chopping and digging and finding more of themselves, and piling it up in some kind of huge vault under my mansion... Hmmmm... Wake up, Claire, the day's not over yet.
Well nearly, actually, it's time for me to legally go away and do some shopping... Paris, the city of fashion, seems to have taken a violent dislike to my old and shabby gray pullover I bought in H&M five years ago. Apart from the little orange curry stain I made on it two days after I bought it, I hardly see what's wrong with it. I love my pullover. It already looked 15 when I bought it. But it's too hot for such clothing and it's bargain time, and T, the accountant, has given me good news today, so I have a right to go get something nice to wear.
Anyway. Time to go! Good evening!! I promise my next post will be about something rivetting. I just learnt that "passionnating" wasn't a word, by the way, reader! Isn't that amazing?? Anyway, my next subjet will thus be rivetting. If you have any suggestion, please feel free... :)