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someday, when I've made it

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Sometimes I get a real craving to ride a unicorn.

This might surprise a lot of you who know me.  I really don't seem like the unicorn type of girl.  And honestly, I'm not.  Unicorns, butterflies, holding my pinky out during a tea party - not really my thing. 

I'm more of a push-somebody-down-and-then-laugh-at-them kind of person.

It's just that you know that you've really made it when the government grants you special access to their top secret unicorn reserve.

Someday I'll be walking through those bunker doors, selecting the unruliest unicorn, and saddling up.  You just wait.

Oh yeah, and don't worry, I'll take pictures.  I don't even care that it says "no flash photography" in the fine print on my special access government waiver.

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Kristina P. said…
Don't you tease me!!
21.2.11
Cynthia said…
Reminds me of the Charlie the Unicorn video on YouTube. You're one of those naughty Unicorns herding him to the secret bunker! (I'll let you find out what happens- you might decide to forgo the whole unicorn thing!)
21.2.11
Melanie Jacobson said…
It's really fun.
21.2.11
elesa said…
I thought you said you were going to pick out the UGLIEST Unicorn, and I thought "Boy, this girl is nuts." but i was wrong!
22.2.11
Wonder Woman said…
I dream of riding a pegasus.
22.2.11
LisAway said…
Wait. Melanie's already done this!?! And she didn't take pictures? Well, then I'm definitely counting on YOU to be the rule breaker for me on that one, Mel!
22.2.11
Barbaloot said…
Speaking as one who has ridden the special government unicorns (and once I rode a liger!) I can tell you it's totally worth whatever you have to do to earn that.
22.2.11
Rachel Sue said…
I just really love you. You have just saved my sanity after finding a post by my size 2 sister in law, entitled "I love my body."

Thank you for existing.
23.2.11
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