I desperately want a tattoo. As in, I know exactly what I want and where I want it and I could do a little dance about it right now. However, Mama Smith has threatened an end to my tuition payments if I come home inked, so it seems I will have to hold off on this plan until I am in the Real World.
I've been listening to a lot of French music lately, but I barely understand French (my biggest memory from French 1 my Senior year of high school is asking if I could go to the bathroom) so this whole endeavor has become a tad problematic. I've decided I just need to date someone French.
I want an organ put in my room so Lady Gaga can come over every once in a while slash when she's in New York and play that bit from "Born This Way" with her pancake + butter hat on.
I'm trying to develop a strange addiction so I can star in an episode of TLC's My Strange Addictions, but currently that plan is not going very well. Sigh. I'll keep brainstorming.
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