Metaphorical Realism or Whatever

It was about five years ago that Kelly was presented with the question that would forever change her life. On one particular birthday, the favoritism her parents show for her twin brother was getting out of hand. In anger, she stormed out of the house, but not before her father could ask her the fateful question - "Kelly, what are you gonna do with your life?" With a voice full of confidence, she turned her head towards her parents and gave it to them straight. "I'm gonna get what I want."

With inspiration from the most inspiring, I'm going to try and figure out what it is I want. And maybe get it. I have a feeling that $300 shoes aren't too far off.

[Ps; Speaking of want - photoshoot, ice cream. Books. Longer hair, short hair, straight hair, more curly hair. What does this mean?]
[PPs; Obviously the aforementioned wants are just a shallow cover..because I don't know what I want. But I do know that I want to be successful and I want it to be because I'm doing something that I like more than I like doing other things. Oy vey.]

you eye each other as you pass; she looks back, you look back.

All I have been thinking about for the past two days is money and I would I would be doing with it if I had any, ladeda. [Hopefully that doesn't sound too greedy..I'm fantasizing about baby things here. Like..going to Little Tokyo. Having gas. Going to a flea market.]

Man, oh man, these Versus dresses make me want to cry I want them so bad.


Booo, if I only I had $3,000 dollars to spend on dresses..Lord.




omnomnomnomtoinfinity.

Ps, I want to go to yoga and I want to go to New York and I want to be able to visit my friend in Santa Monica and want want want want.
Mostly, I want to go to yoga because the Victoria's Secret fashion show made me hate my life. How are any of us normal humans supposed to compete with that? Oy vey.

Speaking of oy vey, Happy Hanukkah? I secretly want to celebrate it so I can have something to do until Christmas. [Ps, we put our tree up today, yaaay!]

Okay, that's enough rambling. Now it's time to write a five page human sexuality paper. Hu-zzah.