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Black Mamba

I've been having these weird awake dreams that I'm an assassin. I mean, Kill Bill was so 3 years ago, but I still keep having these visions of me with a Katana, decked out in black leather.

I mean..what woman doesn't fantasize at least once or FIVE times about being one of the deadliest women in the world? Seriously, you would be lying if you said you didn't.

We all saw Alias, come on...I mean, how hot was Jenifer Garner in that red wig. I WANT THAT! I WANT THAT WIG!

I want to write a poem about it, it's in the brainstorming area.

But if you haven't had a dream about roundhouse kicking an ememy in the face, and then walking away with this straight look on your face, while some angry death metal music plays in the background...then you are missing out.

I mean even being a spy...a dangerous spy...with a Katana. (Must not forget the sword)

So I've decided...for Halloween, I'm going to be an assassin. I'm going to be the modern, cooler version of Black Mamba.

Uma Thurman is ONLY 1 inch shorter than me, and I could pull off a blonde wig when I have to.