Burn every piece of clothing that makes me feel frumpy. Burn it!
Literally live next door to every single person I’ve ever said “I wish I could live next door to you!” to.
Speak french. (I mean, let’s just be honest about this statement, mmkay?)
Flip my work desk over in a show of frustration. (Then! have it magically go back to normal as if nothing at all has happened.)
Kiss all the people I’ve ever said, “I could just kiss you right on the mouth for that!” to. (Or you know, a variation on that sentence.)
Sleep all day.
Eat an entire batch of homemade anything. Preferably cupcakes.
Eat an entire jar of nutella.
Live in every single place I have ever said, nonchalantly, “I could live here.”