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.
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
ReplyDelete...and I'd let you borrow my clothes (which were obviously made for a queen, if you know what I mean)