I wish...
Wishing upon a star (taken from a song)
I was rich,
spoiled (to be honest, I'm already that-cause I'm the baby of the fam so I get spoiled a lot
plus, I always was a brat to my fam)
elite
glam
fashionista (right now, my wardrode leaves a lot to be desired)
have everything handed to me-boys, boys, boys-there's eye candy, but how about arm candy?
bling, bling
sports cars (ie.; Lamborghini, Ferrari, etc
I paid people to be at my beck n' call
Live life in the lap of luxury- wining n' dining without a care in the world. Being spoied by the people, mostly men, who are at my every beck and call. Mixing it up with the rich and famous (and sometimes infamous) wearing the latest and sometimes the clothing lines that came straight from the catwalk. No expense is too great or small because when you're rich, you seriously can splurge, splurge all you want! Speaking of splurging, you can live where you want, whether it's in the Hollywood Hills in LA or Fifth Avenue in NYC. Speaking of traveling, being rich means you get to travel to undiscovered unknown lands (exaggeration 'cuz all the lands have been discovered already)
But being rich n' famous has its price: there's no privacy always being criticize for this or that (for choice of boy/girl friends, being too skinny or too fat) being too much or too little of one thing or another. The lifestyle of the rich n' famous isn't all its cracked up to be. The privacy issue is a hairy issue-it's a 'don't even go there' zone. If you're rich and famous (and infamous) you get in-your-face attention from the paps or paparazzi.
Consolation prize: you get money and world-renowned recognition (not to mention to the high-priced mansions!)
Bad side; Paparazzi and no more privacy-when you've become famous you give up your right to privacy
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