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QUICK! Stuff I Wanna Do

Be a nutritionist and personal trainer.
Have a screenplay published.
Be a family and marriage counselor and psychologist.
Be an actress in many films, including ones I wrote and directed.
Join the F.B.I.
Get a doctorate in Psychology and English.
Marry the love of my life and make more money than him.
Run my own coffee stand and new-wave-only cd store.
Learn how to not blush.
Be a famliy doctor.

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