My best female friend has been recruited to travel around town and place these jars in different locations. I'm thinking that we shouldn't be overly ambitious (or obvious for that matter) and focus mainly on mom and pop locations. If everyone takes sympathy to my childhood picture that was taken in 1989 and believes that I really need a heart transplant, then I will be rolling in the change. For such a situation, I have constructed an Alexis Wish List. On it are things that I want, but would never purchase with my own money.
MY WISH LIST
Moonshoes
Xbox
Maserati
A pet capuchin monkey
A male prostitute
A lifetime supply of fake blood
Newports
My favorite singer stuck in an enormous dog kennel and kept in my bedroom
Rolex watch
...and maybe a pretty dress to wear out to a massively expensive steak dinner
I'm overly giddy with this project. It's hard to contain my excitement. When my friend inspected my masterpieces last night, she said that once she picked one up, she felt this surge of negative energy shoot through her body. For fuck's sake, it's not like I'm holding a gun to her head and forcing her to go along with this plan of mine. ...I will though, Ichelle...
