Thursday, April 2, 2009
Looking back, I ask myself if I would live my life the way I'm living it today. And I've decided that no, I would not. I would have married that millionaire when he'd asked me to at age 19. Or no, wait. I would have ridden off with the knight who was on the white horse. And then perhaps I would have had an affair with Mr. Clean. He has such big arms. And it's ok that he's bald.