Oh, I wish I wish upon a star. Ok, so I need to get busy about life, make a little money, get a bit of dirt and create a home.
I have all my plans laid out for the floorplan and know what I would like it to look like.
It’s a dream to own a home, and one I think about everyday. I want my babies to have a place to grow up in, their own little rooms with their respective murals on the wall. Heck, I even want a garden.
It makes me so mad to see rich people spending all this money on silly things like haneous plastic surgery (think fake tan and barbie’sque features) designer dresses they wear once, and then they commit suicide after all the drinking, drugs and shallow living.
I would make such a fabulous rich person, helping the poor, feeding the hungary and enriching the lives of other people around me – yip, exactly why I am not blessed with wealth, I would suck at being a wealthy, shallow, self-centered, haven’t-got-a-grip-on reality clone of Paris Hilton.
Hmmm, however, if you are rich, reading this and thinking I would like to make a difference in life – please make a difference in mine.
I need a home for my family. Seriously, about $200,000 would buy the land, build the house – for some of you, I know you spend more than that on drycleaning each year.
Your contribution to my world would be one of the craziest, but most amazing things you could do for another human being.
If you have it in your means to bless me like this – take the plunge, it can only feel good!
