Blonde
I am not blonde.  I will never be blonde.  That means I will never, unfortunately, have the brains (or the wit) that a blonde has.  This fact has depressed me all my days and will depress me until my dying days.  There are just so many good things that could have come out of me being a blonde...

I could have had the aspirations to climb Everest, because only blondes seem know, of course, that it wouldn't be that hard.

I could have one day been the ruler of the world and killed bad old Mr. Saddam Hussein.  (Wait, who is he again?)

I could have chewed more gum than everyone else in the world combined and done my hair while sitting in class by twirling it around my finger.  Wow, I could have mastered multi-tasking.

I could avoid doing all homework in school and make my way in the world by sleeping with all my bosses.

I could have had a really nice cell phone and been one of the cool girls that answers her phone in the bathroom while making sure that their hair and make-up are all done.

I could have been an extra in one of the "Austin Powers" movies and I would have been on camera and I would still be multi-tasking.

I could have had one of those to-die-for laughs that all blondes have that never, ever, without exception, annoy people.  And I could have been able to laugh at everything and anything as if that was the funniest thing I ever saw in my whole life and actually say, "Oh my gaw.  That is the funniest thing I have ever seen," while talking in that extra cool valley girl voice.

I could have carried my books around without a backpack just so I could show off my purple with pink hearts cell phone.

I could have used really sophisticated words like "definately, "totally," and "seriously" 15 times in every sentence.

I could have been the smartest and funniest thing that ever was, and the prettiest.

I could have accomplished so much...if only I was blonde...


Thanks, folks, you were great.
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