Why..

..can't I have Karl as my godfather? We'd be so stylish and chic together. I wish he'd teach me how to draw. I'd never be caught smiling on photos ever, and for the first time in my life, people wouldn't mention it. I know of no one with more integrity than my pretence godfather.


..can't I be best friends with Charlotte? She is so cool and seems like such an inspiration. She's also born the same day as myself, but 10 years before me. Can you imagine the party we'd throw for our 30's/40's? You wouldn't want to miss it for the world.


..can't my best gay friend be Marc? Or Tom for that matter? Me and Marc would constantly be caught out in chic Parisian brasseries, sipping red wine and Martinis and oogling young French boys. Did I mention that in my fantasy we'd also smoke inside, it'd still be allowed. Only blue Galouises of course. I'd wear impossibly high heels and a big fur. My hair would look incredibly glossy. He'd be my secret best friend crush and the one I'd always hope to grow old with.


Me and Tom would sunbathe in the roof terrace pool area of a chic Miami hotel, he'd wear Speedos (always black) and we'd drink Martinis and oogle young strong tanned american boys. At night we'd throw fabulous soirées at our beach house, I'd wear a Gucci green slippery silk dress and Tom a black linen suit.


..can't Audrey be my mother? Imagine inheriting her genes and natural grace. Wouldn't that be something. I'd be a schooled ballerina and have a waist that measured almost the same as my neck, and the most beautiful eyes.


I haven't come up with my dream father yet, nor my dream husband. If you can think of people to match this crowd, give me a tip.