I think I need a boyfriend. It’s getting to dire straights, here, folks.
I’ve been tweezing my eyebrows and putting on concealer. And gah, even bathing. What the hell is up with that?
Additionally, I find myself lusting over media coverage of tech events, musical showcases and the like, hopeful to find a glimpse of my future husband.
I just possibly might be considering whitening my teeth in preparation of the upcoming nuptials.
I, for sure, already know who my bridesmaids will be and that they will be wearing fairy-inspired dresses when I walk down a candle-lit path in my Grecian goddess-inspired gown. That the flowers woven into my cascadingly curled hair will be purple and my makeup will be the definition of dewy. The beach, with it’s moonlit waves, will be so peaceful and the sand warm under my bare feet.
Yup, I’ve got it all figured out. For, you know, when I get a boyfriend.

