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Yes, yes y’all. I’m clocking four decades this month, and you have just nine more days to find that super special gift for yours truly.
Just kidding. Not about turning forty. That part is totally happening. Complete with me doing a little booty shake to celebrate.
As for the gifts, I’m pretty much good to go—what with the whole “cancer’s in remission” thing. One more booty dance.
If I had to make a wish list for my fortieth birthday, it would be totally unreasonable, overpriced, purely self-indulgent shit--you know, like the list you make for Santa when you still believe.
I’ve got some spare time, thought. So, let’s have a go at my make believe list.
- 4 bedroom 4 bath house with a pool and a hot tub
- insanely fabulous DSLR camera that takes grown up pictures
- trip to Europe
- a beach house
- $300 jeans, $700 shoes, $200 bras and panties, and I’ll probably need a shirt to go with that, maybe two
- a month on Kauai
On my altruistic day (NOT my 40th birthday), I’ll make a different list--one where I wish for world peace, clean water, a special island for Perez Hilton, stuff like that. For now, I’ll keep drooling over the Christian Louboutins.