Tuesday, November 24, 2009

So...

I wish I were famous.

So that anything I posted here were also famous.
So my mom would stop telling me to fold my damn laundry.
So my room were intact and not full of shit from the attic...

I wish I could have it all.

Boys falling at my feet.
A wardrobe meant for a queen.
Someone ELSE to do my makeup for me.

Maybe they'd give me

Coffee in the morning.
Friends to text at all times.
And a philly cheese from Philidelphia.

Instead I've got

Cold showers every night.
Ice on my windshield every morning.
And the opportunity to share my day with awesome people I appreciate more and more every day.



I'm glad I'm not famous.

1 comment:

  1. If you lived with me I wouldn't tell you to fold your laundry, I would force men to fall at your feet, and I would do your fucking makeup happily every single day
    ...and I'd let you borrow my clothes (which were obviously made for a queen, if you know what I mean)

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