9:47 Wednesday Evening   Wishes are So Futile Wishes are so fun. What would the world be without wishes? Currently, Diary, and by currently i mean at this very second in time, I wish I was a classic beauty. I'm not talking Marilyn Monrow Beauty, because honestly? Weirdly? I don't think Marilyn Monroe was all that beautiful -- she was fascinating, but not beautiful in the purely shallow skin-deep sense. I wish I was that woman with long, soft, blonde hair, tall with a figure, in a sparkly, figure-hugging, red dress. With a size-C bust, je ne sais quoi air, and a great hat. and shapely legs. I wish I could dance in a ballroom, with a big band, and know what i'm doing. And I'd know how to follow, and the man I'd dance with would know how to lead. This is a diary of wishes and vague phrases, and i am pouring my thoughts into a public place. I wish I was a confident, independent, classic beauty, Straight-nosed, high-cheekboned, long-necked, small-waisted, hips-to-kill classic beauty. Just a wish. A fancy, a passing whim.