I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m a needy person. Not, “I need someone to hold me,” kinda way. More, “I want that, why not me,” kinda way. I have blog envy (their background is so much better than mine!), and reader envy (why can't I dream of sparkly vampires?) Here’s more things I want.
|Finally! Something that might stave off the needy husband.|
Whom I love, but come on, buddy, I'm tired!
|Wait a sec...What-is that a PURPLE light saber?!? Yes, yes it is.|
|Mr. Darcy in a wet T-shirt? Who DOESN'T want that?|
|I want to be in a boy band. |
I think this one could actually happen for me because I have the figure of a 12 year old boy.
|Okay, now this one should be self explanatory. |
(I think I saw this guy once at a music festival! He was playing a djembe...)
|And finally, all this tomfoolery was brought to you by the illustrious, green, slightly depraved but very funny Jenny Phresh. No, I don't want her (maybe just a little..ssshhhh) but I do want a picture of myself|
covered in paint. Preferably purple paint. Holding a light saber.
I may not be as clever as Bethany C. but at least I can figure out how to put in captions!
(HA! See ya round the cell block Rookie Riter!)