Last week, I had a dream that I was adopting a baby boy, and his name was Dude. It was short for something weird like Dudeaus, or something, but still, the kid was named Dude. This, sadly, is the first thing that came to mind as I searched my brain for something to post about.

So, my 25th birthday is practically around the corner. Not too sure how I feel about that one. Am I ready to be a quarter of a century old? That’s a lot of years! I mean, not a lot in the grand sense, but a lot when you look at it from my perspective.

Anyway, just in case you are shopping ahead, I present to you here a list of acceptable gifts for my 25th birthday (Just over 4 months left to shop!)

1. Season 2 of Grey’s on DVD.
2. Wolverine’s suit from X3, containing one Hugh Jackman inside.
3. My own private island- not too far from the US, but conveniently out of the way of hurricanes. Should include a Starbucks. And a bookstore. And maybe a Target?
4. One llama. Well, make it two.
5. A private class with Rachel Brice, Suhaila, and Ansuya.
6. Maybe some new ballet shoes?
7. A private jet
8. My own show on the Travel Channel.
9. A trip to India. It should probably include Jeremy Piven as a guide, since he’s just been there and all. You know, just for safety and all that.
10. A huge donation to MSF, enough to feed everyone, medicate everyone, and give everyone hope. (How’s that for making the list tie to the Blogathon? Huh? Huh?)