at my imaginary dinner party with people either dead or alive, i’m thinking farley & mae west really hit it off.
i wonder what dirt would be dug up on me if ever i were to run for office.
i like to think of myself as a giver & not a taker. i secretly want to take, but i hate asking for stuff.
i think it’s kind of cruel to dye animals hair, but would love to have a pink sybil cat.
i want my own action figure.
if oil of olay & mr bubble had a baby, i would adopt it.
why am i still watching cartoons 30 minutes after monkey has left the room?
what is courtney love up to these days?
i have this late night love affair with the food network, which leads to cooking dreams, & i wake up freaking hungry.
i’m really happy that super huge, obnoxious jewelry is back.
my alter ego is a lounge singer in france.
tanning beds terrify me.
deep down…i’d be content with an “LA face & an oakland booty.”
why is it the more channels you have, the less there is to watch on tv? or there’s 5 different things on at the same time?
why does it take so long for the hubs & i to decide on takeout?
i love wearing hats & ginormous sunglasses.
at some point, i’m going to have a farm chocked full of farm-like things.
dress codes are so outdated. no capris? no problem!
i have about a bazillion almost finished projects…my guest bedroom is a major one. (don’t open that door!)
i can pig out on twizzlers & gummy bears over cake or pie any day!
perhaps i’d be more charming if i had an accent? oh, wait, i do & i am!
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