thread where you can be material girl ,male or female

iPod, iBook.

That's about it, I think. :) I am a wannabe Apple-boy, but have not the money to become one.

where do I start?

I actually did get a luxury item by buying the Sennheiser Hd-25 headphones for $237, but I had been saving for a long time.
Last winter, I saw a Prada leather coat in Florence that fit perfectly. It was caramel, and fit like a sports coat/jacket. It was at least $1500. Fuck it. I do need to go back to London, though. Very badly. Very very badly. I might swim.

The tape record deck on my stereo system broke when I was making a mix tape for a beautiful girl who I have not spoken to since. Maybe I was being too forward by putting "music is the key" and "devotion" on it :-). so I guess I need a new hifi along with my pride!

Oh I want, I want ...

An i-book
Someone to overhaul my i-mac
new stereo, pref. nice staking system
broadband internet connection
A new pair of trainers (actually becomming a necessity as current pair are more hole than trainer and I can't wear heels all the time.)
The perfect black pencil skirt
Pair of black knee high boots
New winter coat
a haircut
Mac lipstick in Film Noir
Guerlian Mitsouko body lotion to match my perfume

And (in the world of impossible dreams) a nice flat where I can live on my own in the centre of London and not have to put up with my wanker flatmate.

Broadband and a wardrobe.

An Acura CL Type S with the 6-speed manual (I have a Type S personality, yuk yuk).
Liposuction.
A Mont Blanc pen.
New batteries for my Nomad Jukebox.
A house on Wellington Crescent in Winnipeg.
CoolMax socks.
A Gibson ES335.
To not have to get up at 6-fucking-30 to go to work in the morning (BOO HOO!).

a dog walker.
Morningstar Farms' veggie Grillers, veggie breakfast Links, veggie Chickwiches, veggie Buffalo Wings and veggie corn dogs.
engagement ring from Mark Prior.
A new minidisc player-recorder.
69 Love Songs.
a case of French red wine.
And these Miu Miu boots.

although I would settle for a place to buy my round veggie foods.

A superfast, superloaded computer worthy of my Internet service.
An Outer Banks beach house.
The gray boiled wool coat of my dreams.
Plane tickets for the Boston FAP (and time off from work!)
Laser eye surgery.
A BMW sedan.
The original Dismemberment Plan 7".
The money to pay my current mortgage in full.
The perfect black velvet beret, to replace my 1-year-old one.

Grrr...10-year-old one.

A house. With a sunny back deck where I can have morning coffee in the sunshine. Someone else can mow the lawn though. That is all.

a compound of buildings with underground tunnels & stuff, a fleet of dune buggies. lots of books & records & stereo equipment & musical instruments & recording gear & computers & radios & TVs everywhere.

A black Rickenbacker; a pair of those black inside-out Chuck Taylors; a Minidisc recorder; an I-book and the Mac version of Reason; a new pair of glasses; a copy of Dare and a copy of the Jilted John full-length; a coupon for free oil change, alignment, and balancing; the complete works of Evelyn Waugh; a Gamecube and Super Mario Sunshine; better flatware; a better-fitting wool blazer; argyle socks; new bath towels; and one of these broken Chicago transit cards I've heard about where the coding goes wrong so you can use them as free transfers forever and ever amen.

A flying car. A new turntable, pref. two. A house in the city.

I want a decent dancing mat! However they won't ship to the UK, so will someone American buy it for me and then send it to me please?

Please?

P...lease?

That's not dancing, it's typing.

verily, it is a continuum

Waah either buy me the mat or don't be mean you STEENKER.