I want... Maybe?

I want to wear high heels, killer black pumps.
I want to deck up in an LBD, one that falls just above my knees and fits perfectly, makes me feel stylish, and makes him go "Ooooh!"
I want my hair straight.
I want a fringe.
Then again, maybe I love my waves (and the occasional poker straight style).
I want to duck-pout and look gorgeous (and not a complete fool, for a change).
I want to be like those women who somehow, I don't know how, always manage to look good in every single photograph. And effortlessly so.
I don't want to get out of the car and have the wind sweep my hair into the usual mess.
Maybe I want to go to a fancy restaurant, look pretty, hold a glass of wine in my hand, its delicate flute clasped between the fingers.
Maybe I just want to feel dainty (only at times, though).
Maybe I envy.
Maybe I want to be a swan.

Song of the Day: "Long Way From Celebrating" (Kaiser Chiefs)