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I want to be a baking competition judge. A renowned one. My word will be the certificate of excellence in the realm of pastry and desserts. They want me on every event. I’ll travel everywhere acceding to their wishes tasting all kinds of baked goods. I would never have to pay for meals again. I’ll eat so much magical wonderful stuff I’d gain two hundred pounds. But it doesn’t matter because at the rate their paying me, I can hire a follow-around personal trainer… or even a few rounds of liposuction.

In my perfect world that would be me in five years.