Yes, yes, we all want world peace, the sick and suffering to be cured, etc., etc…
But everyone has wishes they want for themselves, and only for themselves.
Go on, darlings, you deserve it. Spill your guts about them here.
I would like…
-A magic closet, where I could think up something great to wear, open my closet and - voila! There it is.
-By the same token, another magic closet with a Tim Horton’s in it. A free one.
-The power to charm and/or intimidate people (I’ll intimidate only the mean people :)).
-Being able to fly would be nice.
-A black 1987 Pontiac Firebird (my favorite car, for some weird reason)
-A lithe, toned figure.
-A sword. Maybe a few. And a crossbow. With exploding arrows. Dayum!
I don’t need money. I’ve got the free Timmy’s and the magic closet!
I want to be able to fly, or at least glide, unassisted. I want all dust, dust bunnies and mold/mildew to leave my house forever. I want to have enough money to retire now. I want to have sex more often. I want my shoulder to stop hurting. I want the people I love to lead long healthy lives before they drop dead suddenly and painlessly. I want more time to finish this list.
I would like to never have to scrub or vacuum again. Or do dishes. And I would definitely like more sex … and an unlimited supply of any DVD or book I want.
a ‘pocket universe’ that time is stopped in the real world while I am there, and when I am in there, anything I want is there - I can have the perfect body, the surroundings will instantly change to my whim so it can be an arabian nights fantasy palace with servants, or a medieval tournement, or a lovely seaside with fruity drinks and cabana boyz…and if I am dead tired and need to get a few hours of sleep I can get sleep and pop back into the real world after…all rested up or if i want to learn to speak urdu, there will be all the time I need to learn and a teacher pops into existance so I can learn urdu=)
To be able to go anywhere I wanted anytime with, of course, the perfect clothes.
To live on a hobby farm with lots of furry critters.
To be 20 years younger just one more time with everything I know now.
When I run out of creative ideas for dinner, the perfect item appears on the plate before me.
(I will get into the spirit of things and not ask for the serious stuff the world needs. Selfishness rules the day in this thread.)
Health, wealth and youth.
I like those stories where you have to tell Satan very exactly what you want to trade you soul for. If you mess up he will turn your wish upon you. So:
To be in the top 1% of all the people alive today in terms of:
a. good looks,
b. intelliegnce
To be in the top 1% of all Americans alive today in terms of:
a. long life
b. wealth
c. health
The ability to conciously give myself an erection. Oh, its not that I’m impotent or anything, I can get erections, they just never happen at a useful time, i.e. raging morning wood, but when I’m about to have sex, cant…get…it…up
The ability to instantly change my appearance, shape, and musculatur to any other shape I desire. This includes being able to change anything I’m holding or wearing. Incubus’s wish would be included in this.
I’d love to be able to become invisible at will.
Regallag_The_Axe’s “wallet that produces the exact amount of cash I need whenever I open it” would be superb.
Arquvan’s pocket universe would be fun, but I’d never leave…
Being sufficiently well-off that I never have to work again while maintaining my present lifestyle (and then some - see below), while I’m still young enough to enjoy it, would be nice. Speaking of ‘young enough,’ I’d like to be perpetually as physically fit as I was when I was 29. In order to fully enjoy that physical fitness, I’d like a young, beautiful, exceedingly willing, female sex slave whose kinks are perfectly complementary to mine. In addition to my current residence, I’d like to own an apartment in Manhattan (the Chelsea neighborhood would do), a funky old house just off Mt. Vernon Avenue in the Del Ray section of Alexandria, and getaway cottages on enough acreage to ensure privacy in the Blue Ridge in Virginia, and just west of Glacier National Park in Montana. I’d like for all of my friends to live near enough to one of my residences (I’m gonna pick the Del Ray house for this) so we could hang out together in the evenings, shooting the breeze while eating Mexican or Indian or Thai food at a local eatery. I’d like to be able to eat whatever I wanted, without ever gaining or losing a pound from my 29 year old weight. I’d like to never get sick. I’d like to be able to travel safely back and forth across time, and talk with people in the past and in the future, without screwing up causality.
And, just once more in my life, I’d like to find myself in the middle of a flock of bighorn sheep on a Montana mountainside.
Yeah, I know, that’s getting greedy. Like once wasn’t enough?
I want robots that will clean my house-- REALLY clean it, not just vacuum the floor. I’d like it to be clean, but I want stuff put where I want it put, and I would feel creepy having a maid.
A magic television that would have on only things I wanted to watch, when I wanted to watch them. Including new episodes of shows that get cancelled by the network because they don’t appeal to the LCD.
A sleep regulator, like in the Fifth Element.
A small, quiet personal helicopter that I could fly anywhere.
I want to be instantly transformed from this to this
I want to have a flawless, creamy complexion.
I want to never again have to shave my legs, arm pits, bikini area or upper lip.
I want to win enough money to build a Seeker Family Compound- in an area that’s fairly secluded yet close enough to the city to go shopping. It would be big enough that Mom couldn’t drive me batshit, but close enough that my best friend could just walk over… hmmm, maybe all the houses could be connected by underground tunnels.
I want a personal chef to teach me, one on one, how to create fabulous dishes. And he must be tall, have shoulder-length dark wavy hair, twinkling blue eyes, and wear a kilt. His name will be Malcolm.
I’ll get my mother a boyfriend, because god damn does she ever need one.
I want to be Batman (or enough like Batman as to make no practical difference) money, cool costume and all, going around kicking the ass of those in dire need of it. The only difference is Coproate criminals would be on the list too, requiring a beating of a different type, or maybe that’s should be in addtion to the regular beating. I have an overly developed sense of vengence.
If I can’t have that, give me a Star Ship.
If I can’t have either of those I’ll have what Sattua is having.
Sex. Lots of sex. It’s been way too long. Preferably with a hot guy with a really hot accent. (I love accents)
Free time
A body I’m completely comfortable with. Granted, I’m fairly slim, but I could be a bit more toned.
The magic closet that magically produces whatever I want, in my exact size, that looks amazing on me.
To go back to Spain.
An anti-frizz hair gel that actually works.
The ability to change my haircolor at will, with no damage.
The power of Telepathy.
For the cast of my show to memorize their lines.
A sweet mare named Ysabel.
An iPod. I’m a slave to blatent consumerism, but I really, really want an MP3 player. May as well go for the most expensive one possible, right?
The confidence to, once in a while, eschew comfort for looking good.
The desire for mindless sex, and preferably, the sex to go with it. College boys don’t want ‘relationships’, in my experience.
Perfect skin.
The willpower to actually sit out of sports when I’m injured. And, a miracle cure for lingering joint nastiness (I’m talking to you, wrist. And ankle. And both knees.)
Finally, complete and total fluency in ancient Greek. I love philosophy, but I’m tired of needing to wade through three or four different translations before I’m sure I’m reading what the author meant me to read.
