Thou Shall Not Want

I want something beautiful, colorful, romantic.

I want Bogey in Casablanca, Paul Varjak in Breakfast at Tiffany's, James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause.

I want to be living in 1969, summer of love, drugs, and music.

I want a carefree life. To be a jetsetter and a socialite, free from the worries that hold me down.

I want to be an artist living in an apartment in the Village, thinking outside the box and smoking cigarettes without guilt.

I want to be a writer like Carrie Bradshaw. Beautiful and loved and chic.

I want to be a designer in London. Creating clothing that women will love to pieces. Spending days walking through the streets of brick to find inspiration.

I want to be a trustfund baby. No worries about money or collegiate sucess. Driving expensive cars and living a life of luxury.

I want to be an enviromentalist, a traveler. Making my way across the globe in the name of planet Earth.

I want to be the person anyone can talk to. Making conversation would be a breeze.

I want to be the most beautiful person you've ever seen. Perfect skin, perfect hair, stunning eyes.

I want to be everyone, all at once, starting now.