When I grow up I want to be a rock star.
It'll give me lots of guys - good looking guys with big muscles and great manhoods. I'll pick them myself from those hundreds of adoring fans. And then I'll screw them, use them and leave 'em.
And all my girlfriends will get jelous and want to be just like me.
I also want the guys to carry me around, feeding me grapes and champagne. Lots and lots!
And I want everyone to want me, to yell: "Birgitta, I love you, marry me, have my children!", and then they'll throw me their underwear, while I'm rocking on stage.
Perhaps that'll make me really feel loved.
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That's what I also wanted to be when I watched Titanic in my second grade but neither I could sing nor dance!
Best of luck with your dream!
have an interisting bloG really....keep poSting...
ill visit u sOOn!
An interesting theory brigitta
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the magic of written word...your's is another unique bloggin/writing style...you coud become an actress or model u know...rockstars are not the only ones pampered the way u want to be...
I can't help but LOL with the throwing of underwear. My daughter sings all the time. She has been singing since she was 3, on stage with her papa. Keep up the dream, you just never know.
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Oh.. I made this blog as a comment on the differences between the genders and our dreams. However thank you for all your comments and well-wishes. :)
You must start work immediately on your first hit record. I'll get you simon's number...
Can I be your first groupie??? ;-)
Being carried around, fed grapes and champagne... that's pretty much what every rockstar's life looks like :)
The pic is very appealing too :)
I really appreciate the sarcasm in the last line. Or was that blues?
the whole blog ment to be sarcastic. :)
But I'm thankful for everyones support as well as my first groupie. weee!
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