I have this unprecedented high standard of myself,
to be the absolute best.
It doesn't matter if I like it or not,
so long as I am not mentioned at the bottom like the rest.
My friends see that I put too much into myself,
but to be honest, I could care less.
I'm content wit having all the attention focused on me at all times,
because it shows that I've reached my social greatness.
I must have the latest and greatest in apparel and style,
because I refuse to be plain and boring.
I will not settle for anything less than designer fabrics,
because it will lower my already outstanding social points.
My house is constantly being switched up and changed around,
because my interior fashion is and never be concrete.
Any decorative arrangements I have that I see on TV or in real time,
in 24 hours, will become completely obsolete.
I don't need anybody's help for anything of my personal issues,
because I don't have time to sulk in their sympathy.
I deal with everything on my own regardless of the outcome,
and it further describes my perfect mental and emotional symphony.
My ideal spouse must meet my extensive requirements,
or else I will never give them the time of day with me.
If the slightest imperfection were to ever arise,
I will drop them from my heart quickly.
Everything that I do or I have accomplished,
is done according to my perfect plan.
All of my agendas have been accurately formulated,
so that no kind of failure will ever be at hand.
It's hard to be this perfect all the time,
but I enjoy it with extreme and total pleasure.
All things blessed to be around me are very lucky,
because I am Perfectly Rendered In Declorative Endeavors.
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