If I was a season, I’d be spring in New Orleans (bright and cheerful, but fleeting).
If I was a piece of furniture, I’d be a worn, mushy chair & a half.
If I was a country, I’d be France (fanciful, romantic, indulgent and direct).
If I was a food, I’d be lasagna (rich but comforting, appearing complex but really simple).
If I was a day, I’d be Wednesday (halfway between glory and gloom).
If I was a color, I’d be purple because I'm not quite bold enough to be red.
If I was a letter I’d be J. I don't know why.
If I was a book, I’d be Persuasion.
If I was a political leader, I’d be the republican version of Nancy Pelosi (arrogant, awful and a serious detriment to America).
If I was a drink, I’d be Iced Coffee (cool, refreshing, just sweet enough).
If I was a man, I’d be Mark Harmon's "Gibbs"...cuz I want to be.
If I could know the future, I’d want to know if I was ever going to know what it feels like to be loved...or at least not get a lump in my throat when I think about it.
borrowed from :http://blog.inthenameoflove.org/