My Lust List

Thursday, June 26, 2008

I have a confession to make. I have sinned.

I constantly and continuously lust after various material items.

When I say lust, this is not just your typical, "oh I like that." Or, "Maybe I'll buy that when it goes on sale." When I want something, I want it. I dream of it. My every thought is consumed by it. I imagine what it would be like to have it. I put pictures around the house so my husband will "accidentally" stumble upon it (I find that the milk carton is a prime spot, and his razor also works well.) I also try to use it in daily conversation just in case the picture on his pillow wasn't enough of a hint.

Lusting after something is a commitment. I have never found any wish to be instantaneously fulfilled. However, I have found that sometimes if you wish hard enough, prince charming will eventually come through (i.e. see Birkin countdown.)

Here are a few other items that I am now imagining myself wearing right now.

Can't you just picture how fabulous I'll look when I'm saying all those Hail Marys?

1) Hot Chanel Necklace

2) Fab Burberry Trench




3) Amazing Herve Leger Bandage Dress

9 comments :

Anonymous said...

Yoe are a complete buffoon. You are so green, yet you want a $1,000,000,000 foolish bag? You have to be kidding me, get over yourself there Muffy

Yummy Mummy said...
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Aunty Em said...

Wow, what sad little person spends their time trashing the postings of a new Mom?
Anywoo, isn't it more environmentally friendly to just carry one bag for life?? As the birkin is the pinnacle of handbags, one would never have to carry another bag again.
Obviously you aren't fashion forward enough to understand. Perhaps it is time for you to scurry back under your rock, it seems you are not yet ready to understand the new world.

George Glass said...

WOWSERS
Auntie Em, I just finished crying under my rock and poked my little head out. I'm wearing cutoff Sassoon's and a half shirt, is that a fashion no-no? Perhaps I just don't understand the new world....The new world of Carrie Bradshaw, wait a minute that's a different show isn't it? Too much time on your hands, anyone, anyone

Jan Brady said...

George! I have been looking for you everywhere! Funny I found you here!
But yes, I agree!

Big Guns said...

George, a female blogging about superficial materialism is one thing. A male, not only reading said blog, but commenting on its inherent waste of time, is beyond ironic. Are you seriously reading "Diary of a Yummy Mummy"? It's time to stop surfing the web, sit up straight, and get back to whatever mundane, mindless task has been assigned for you to complete in your little cubicle today. George, your life's energy deserves more. Get back to your spreadhseet, loser.

mummyhunting said...

Spreadsheet, bedsheet, i'll meet you there big guns....I am not in a cubicle.I am a multi-hundredaire working out of a crackhouse on a stolen laptop in the middle of the Bronx.

Do you even know who George Glass is Bozo put your red nose back on you jackass?

Aunty Em said...

So are you 'George Glass', Jan's imaginary boyfriend or 'George Glass', film producer and publicist? As the former isn't real and the later dead one can only imagine what sort of lame person you are - do you not have enough balls to use your own identity when commenting on the light hearted musings of a mom? Perhaps this is a desperate cry for attention - one can only assume that if you spend your day commenting on randon blogs, watching re-runs of the brady bunch and wearing clothes that your mommy bought for you when you were in college that you are too embarrassed to reveal your sorry self. So so sad

Aunty Em said...

So are you 'George Glass', Jan's imaginary boyfriend or 'George Glass', film producer and publicist? As the former isn't real and the later dead one can only imagine what sort of lame person you are - do you not have enough balls to use your own identity when commenting on the light hearted musings of a mom? Perhaps this is a desperate cry for attention - one can only assume that if you spend your day commenting on randon blogs, watching re-runs of the brady bunch and wearing clothes that your mommy bought for you when you were in college that you are too embarrassed to reveal your sorry self. So so sad