‘I wanna be a millionaire, so freakin’ bad’ – or do I?

As much as I love this song by Bruno Mars, I don’t agree with it. I actually don’t want to be a millionaire. Why would I? Buy all the things I never had? – like what exactly? A size 10 body and feminine feet? Be on the cover of Forbes magazine? – why? So I … Continue reading ‘I wanna be a millionaire, so freakin’ bad’ – or do I?