In honor of my late, great, sun sign, Capricorn/ Aquarian cusp sister, Janis; I thought I’d let my birthday wishes be known. Especially if any of my readers are bajillionaires, or the Lord.
So, here it is (in a raspy voice):
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a new age retreat?
Wanna meditate with Deepak and sit on the beach.
Chanting and singing; visualize and be “zen.”
Mostly take four days ‘til I see my children again.
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me this long swishy gown?
Got nowhere to wear it in this ice covered town.
It’s ethereal. Impractical. And I do not care.
I’d wear it instead of my long underwear.
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a new diamond ring?
Mine got cut off in month seven, remember, I screamed?
Oh Lord, can you believe it’s almost my birthday?
Just get me all the aforementioned, and I should be okay.
All that, and every single thing in Anthropologie*, please.
Thank you Lord,
* Antrhopologie, by the way, is perhaps the best store in the world. No it is. And it is perhaps best described by one of my favorite blogs, Stuff White People Like, like this: “You might have walked past it a few times at your local mall and wondered how they crammed the interior of a late-nineteenth century barn into a shopping center that was built in 2005. It is the store equivalent of a Wes Anderson film, which certainly helps to explain its appeal, but it is also the most efficient way for white women to look and (hopefully) live like Amélie.” Yes, that’s it exactly.