Sometimes, I wish I was a fashion writer. All the girls are pretty, and mute, and thin as pins. It seems like it would have been so much easier if, say, 12 years ago, I'd gone there.
Google rules everything about me. It becomes this game of do I say or do I not say. I wonder what people think when they peruse the results.
I wish I had a hairdo like Minnie Mouse, temporary tattoos that turn my face into a dolla' dolla' bill y'all, the real right shade of red lipstick.