Want 2 Be Barbie

I want a new laptop. I want a Dell with the big four year warranty, including accidental damage. a 350 Gb HDD so I can load all my photos and music on it, 3 GB of RAM and a quad core processor. Does Dell even have a quad core? If not, they should. I just love speaking geek. Also, the display must work properly, because having to sit at my desk to use my laptop is so … well, I’m just over it. “Yesterday” doesn’t begin to describe this low-brow shizzle.

Also, it must have the “Blossom” cover panel. That is all.

When I was a little girl, I had a butt load of Barbie dolls. I kept them and all their clothes in a five gallon pickle bucket, and I amused myself for hours, helping that little plastic doll live a perfect life. I wanted to be Barbie back then because she had that handsome husband, and those cute little itty bitty molded hair babies. Today, I still want to be Barbie, but my reasoning has changed. Today, I’m 40-something, with a handsome husband and a passel of real-haired kids, and I still want to be Barbie because that bitch has everything.