Marry Ariana Grande, make a career as an albums artist with edgy Björk-ripoff albums longer than most popstars discographies, have her cheat on me with Jay Z, confront them in an elevator with Rihanna who is married to Jay, have Jay smack us both into comas, be taken to his house in Canada where we are both tortured mentally and sexually, eventually have myself be killed by Jay. Rihanna eventually escapes, Jay kills himself on the run in a forest, Ariana is charged with murder in the first degree and is executed by lethal injection. My posthumous album makes millions, which is put into a college fund for me and Ariana's identical quadruplet 14 year old boys, Alexzei, Roxas, Jayden and Connor. Before I die, me and Rihanna mate, and I am succeeded by my fifth child, Chandler.

Originally posted by Retro Find a boyfriend to endlessly love/bully/etc., get a pomsky, and live the rest of my days eternally youthful and attractive on a diet of mall pretzels and mall cookies.

graduate high school with a 4.0
go to college
make $$$$$
go to 20 year high school reunion botox'd up in a range rover