Sometimes I wish...
that I lived in Stars Hollow.
that I shopped at famers markets.
that I could play guitar.
that I could sing and compete on American Idol.
that my dog would let me clip his nails.
that I could fit into those cool vintage slim shirts and skinny jeans and I could walk around like a hipster.
that I could grow a real beard.
that I could meet Gordon Ramsay.
that I went to a coffee shop/small cafe where the proprietor knew me and always knew what I wanted to order, and I would bring my laptop and do work during lunch in the corner booth.
that I knew magic.
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