my boyfriend story
alright, so, i think this is what's gonna happen. a friend of mine went to school in sweden, that school got a ticket to the nobel prize dinner, and she got chosen to go. so. once upon a time i'm gonna go to that school and get chosen to go to the nobel dinner. then, i'll be all gorgeous in my ball gown and lady-like and what not, and the queen will notice. she'll think, 'wow, that girl carries herself like a princess. isn't she regal? much better than the gorgeous ho my son is living with now. i think he should meet her.' she will then have some steward guy come over and invite me to the after party thing in the golden hall of the stockholm city hall. naturally i will go, and there the queen will introduce me to her son. he'll be smitten, dump the girlfriend, propose by slipping a shoe on my foot, and we'll live happily ever after.
posted by melilotnfosco | 9:13 PM
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Alright Ms. DooLittleRella (or, as I might prefer, CinderDoo), where do I fit in that storyline?! Maybe the Queen has an adopted son from Hong Kong, and maybe we would actually fly off overseas together like promised, and maybe Queen saw how happy you and Prince were together then saw how sad and lonely I was and then you too would remember our new little pact to journey at the same pace w/our respective Mr. Rights and then adopted son and i would hook up and live happily ever after in the neighborly shadows of your happy life!
i like both of those names (but i don't do 'ms.' it's 'miss.') that sounds wonderful! then i won't have to be alone at royal party things where i don't know anyone and they're all snobby royals! yay!
We can host our own royal parties where we play board games and watch movies.
yay!!! :)
Don't forget the wedding shower sleepover, complete with mattress surfing. Maybe Mom could be the next Julie Andrews.
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