Why you should be jealous. Brought to you by Photobooth.

Of me. Not really. I'm pretty sure I'm the only person who thinks so, but here's why:

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I have only the most attractive men hanging on my bedroom walls. 

I recently discovered that I still have my Titanic poster from '97, which, even though I wasn't allowed to see until 2 years later, I was very much convinced was the greatest movie of all time. Apparently I'm good at judging movies before having any clue what they were about, however I did think it was a cruise ship.

I also added to my poster collection tonight with 2 very epic inspirational posters. Which were together $1. Score. My life will now be twice as motivated after seeing these when I get out of bed.

I have the most fantastic tennis attire out of anyone I know. It include goodwill shades and a sweatband from the '80s. So if you and I ever play tennis, don't be surprised if people are staring at me admirably. It's not your fault.

My boobs are so tiny they could be classified as man boobs. Therefore I don't have to deal with creeps staring at them. I also have no butt. How are you NOT green with envy right now?

aaannd I get to see my polar bear tomorrow who was brave enough to chase a bear off last week. I must make a point to not comment on his weight though, he just recently found out that he has a thyroid problem...

So yeah...my life is pretty much cooler than everyone else's.