From “50+1 things about me”
- I’d really like it if I didn’t have to wear glasses any more.
Apparently my 30s aren’t all bad. My vision’s changed again and, according to my eye doctor (not to mention my own experience of my sight), I no longer need glasses.
Maybe if I wish hard enough I’ll wake up tomorrow with Jennifer Garner’s body.
Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?
You know, my mental image is you waking up next to Jennifer Garner’s headless corpse [think “horse’s head in The Godfather”]. Does this make me weird?