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What I Want

Marlene says:

My birthday is in a few weeks. A friend texted me to ask what I wanted her to get me as a present. Over the next hour or so, these were my answers.

Do a little dance.

Come to the party and have a good time and don’t worry about it.

Thrift me a five dollar summer dress.

Write me a poem.

Just keep being my friend.

Pick up (but not pay for) my birthday cake from Dianda’s.

Stay sober.

Come to the party and have a good time and don’t worry about it. I have everything I need and I don’t need stuff to tell me you love me.

(she complained that she wanted to get me something)

Ok, smartass, I want knee high Chanel boots and a pair of leopards on leashes with rhinestone collars.

I want a small vintage alligator suitcase.

I want a leather tanktop that laces to the small of my back.

I want cashmere Doctor Dentons.

I want that woman I know with a haircut like mine to change her hair, even though she had it first. I feel a little guilty when I see her.

I want really hot porn featuring all of the ex lovers I still think about from time to time.

I want a sling.

I want a red cashmere cardigan.

I want the perfect pair of leather pants that look like I want them to in the crotch but are totally comfortable.

(she says there is nothing she could get me that would show how much she adores me)

Really? I think the boots and the leopards might convince me.

I want a secret room behind a rotating book case, but everyone knows that, so I don’t have to ask.

I want Pancho Villa style bandoleros and a way to wear them regularly without looking like a weirdo.

They should have one slightly bigger loop just below my left shoulder to carry my lipstick.

I want the perfect cherry pie.

(she wished she could bake and offered to try)

Don’t try. The perfect one only exists in my head.