Whenever I hear that sappy Christmas song "My Grown Up Christmas List", it always makes me depressed. It talks about how they just everyone to be happy and blah blah blah. I mean, not that they don't have a valid point; it just really weighs on your emotions. So, I decided what I would put on my own grown-up Christmas list. Cause we all know that Santa can't fit everything we actually want down the chimney.
Whitney totes beat me to the punch here, but I would want Adam Noah Levine.
The man that breathed the same air as me that one time when he was in Mansfield, MA.
His voice, his tattoos, his $600 ripped white v-necks. All of it. All day, everyday.
Lunch with Taylor Swift.
I mean, OBVIOUSLY we are twins so we see each other all the time, but I would want to actually sit down and maybe have a cup of tea and just talk about life, sundresses, Joe Jonas, John Mayer and cowboy boots. I think it would be a fun time. I would totes pick her brain about all her songs.
Endless supply of yoga pants.
I mean, this really doesn't even need an explination because they are so comfy.
And, they make the small little rear I have look moderately decent. HOLLA.
For my red lipstick to look perfect every single time.
I have my good days with the red on those days when I feel like being a little silly on a rainy day when I have one class on that random Thursday. But, when I need it to look good when I want to go out to dinner with my friends, it looks like the lipstick canister exploded, or my lips are as dray as a desert.
Dance with Bruno Mars.
I love this man and the more I see him singing on my television and being all funky with his band, the more it makes my love for him grow. I would love to dance with him (and maybe his band, like this). He has such spunky energy and I think that our ADHD would work well together.
My own personal barista.
I want to be able to wake up in the morning and walk out to my kitchen and have the happy smiling face of my own personal barista who has my latte made just right. Then, as the day goes on, they just follow me around and have the ability to just make me coffee where ever and whenever. Hey, a girl can dream, right?