My Norman Rockwell, I Suppose

It's a bad week for me, and I wish I could say otherwise, because I wanted so badly for everything to work out Okay ... I'm just fine with Okay. One little mishap after another, and I feel so tiny. It's not so bad I suppose - in the grand scheme of things, that is.

I wish to be someone else this week. Someone thin and perhaps a redhead, someone with two parents and a brother and sister who are closer in age. My mother's mother will live at home with us. My brother will be a third year in college on a full athletic scholarship and my sister will be out of college for two years, working for a major internet company. They will be wildly successful for their ages, and their future will be one of great promise and integrity.

I will have a different career, one that will allow me to utilize my organic math and science skills - I will be a criminologist or a patholigist. I will have cat and a bird. I will wear sneakers, often. I will like modern decor. My hair will be stick straight, and I will whine at having to blow dry it every morning.

My father will be a plastic surgeon with a lucrative private practice. My mother will own a craft store and create seasonal wreaths and decorate Christmas trees for the affluent crowd. We will all still get together for a pasta dinner once a week.

This is only part of my alternate life. I could dream, but what is it really worth. And do I dislike who I really am? I don't believe that I do.

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Donald and Rosie at War

Click on title of post to read about this little spat. I love Donald's response.

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My Christmas List

Dear Santa,

Since I have been such a good girl this year, I hope you can help to fulfill some of these holiday wishes. Here's my list: Clive Owen, Season 5 of Footballers' Wives to air on BBC, 6 FT Under to come back to HBO, a Monogram Louis Vuitton, a baby girl Pug, the UGG Cargo boots in brown, the world's smallest horse (see previous post), a kiss from Andrian Grenier, Old School Part II, liposuction performed by Dr. Christian Troy, a one-way ticket to Amsterdam, a case of Maximum Strength Tums, the big giant rabbit that has been terrorizing crops in France (he looks so cuddly), a good fuck byAnthony Kiedis, also a special perfomance by the Red Hot Chili Peppers in my living room (Stace and Amez can come), a shopping spree at Target, for Daniel Craig to look me in the eyes just once, new black eyeglasses with rhinestones in the corner, Audi TT, Howard Stern streamed on the Internet and a pink scarf.

Give Mrs. Claus a big kiss for me.

XO,
Annie

P.S. Also, can Hillary Duff stop making albums and get her old teeth back?