The Studio

Teehee, so, usually once (maximum twice) a year, I indulge myself in an act of complete and utter vanity. This year, it was kind of requested... ;-)

Well, here goes -- if you would like for me to make your life easier by just _telling_ you what I want for my birthday and Christmas, here is the "official" list. hehe.

In order of most desired to well, I dunno, most silly request:
creme brulee torch
ipod nano
cheese board/cutting/slicing tool
cocktail glasses
buddha board
garlic press
dresser
headboard
nike running shoes
brown boots
paper shredder
square casserole dish
hybrid bicycle - Trek 7200 or Bianchi Boardwalk
bike rack
stand mixer (jenn-air)
blender (jenn-air)
food processor

Hmmm, I'm detecting a theme in my requests. I can't say if that's good or bad.

Everyone reading this should make note that while I acquiesced to those wanting the list, this by no means is an indication that I don't like surprises, because I really do. It also doesn't mean that you should feel compelled to get me something, unless you are related to me by blood. =)

You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and

You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?

You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and

You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and

You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?

Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and

You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?