My Mr. Big

I wonder if you're my Mr. Big. I don't want to meet him in my 30s. I want to meet him NOW because it's gonna take 6 fucking years before we actually get together for real and forfuckingever. So sometime in 2011, I'll fly off to Paris to be with some guy, find myself miserable and lonely, and you can swoop in like the big hero and bring me back to Singapore...or Manhattan. Absofuckinglutely.


Isn't she gorgeous?