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Showing posts with label sorrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sorrow. Show all posts

Thursday, June 25, 2009

angel

First, I remember wanting to be Cher. Later on came the try-to-emulate-Brooke-Sheilds years.

But really, deep down, what girl growing up in the 70's didn't want to be a Charlie's Angel?


They were smart and tough, yet hot and feminine at the same time. Yeah, when I grow up, I want to be a Charlie's Angel.

Okay, maybe not. But maybe I could at least be, maybe like a watergirl for Charlie's Angels?

Or no. Maybe if I tried reeeaaallly hard to clean myself up and do the hair right, maybe... just maybe....

Not Farrah, though. No way. She was waaaay out of my league. Not an option.

May she rest in peace.
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