If I could revert back to looking like a young Ozzy, that'd be lovely.
Once upon a time, when I was about 80,000,000 lbs lighter, had ass-length hair and lived in outdated band shirts and camo pants, I was told constantly that I looked like a young Ozzy. That always made me happy as hell.
Oh, I'd cut my arm off to look like some of those J-rockers, or any number of skinny, jaw-boned goth singers, but if I could just pull off an early-Sabbath era Ozzy, even a paunchier one, I'll die a happy boy.