I want a huge Victorian that we can restore, where I can live with my roommates and our other really close friends. So we can be a family again, not scattered and scattering like we are. With a big kitchen and a wrap around porch and a claw foot bath tub because Laurel wants one. On a hill, in central California. And for all those who live there to never need to worry about money. I have no problem with working, none of us do. We just need jobs, preferably that make us happy, but that will pay the bills. I want it smell like baking bread and fresh air. I want to be able to sit on the porch with my friends and talk from sunset until we’re cold and tired, but happy about our lives.
Is that weird?
Oh, and I want my father to be happy. I want him to find his lost love. I want him to live again.
In addition to being one of gfloyd’s housemates, I want a summer home in Italy, preferably near Sorrento, or on Sicily.
I want to fall asleep in the arms of the one I love looking out at the moon over the Mediterranean.
I want to dance in white sand under the stars in my barefeet, and to know that I’m exactly where I want to be, in emotion, location, and career.
I want to get married in front of all of my family and friends, and promise my life to the first man I’ve ever loved.
I want to be a mom, and to sing “Julie through the glass” and “Sweet baby James” to my children.
I want a huge bathtub. One the size of a large hot tub, almost big enough to take laps in, but not so deep I can’t settle back with a good book without having to tread water. How’s that for a quintuple negative?
I want Nick at Nite to go back to showing Dick van Dyke and I Love Lucy and The Andy Griffith Show and I Dream of Jeannie and Mr. Ed, instead of Full House.
I want Mr. Armadillo to occasionally do something random and romantical, like flowers or a book or something little and thoughtful.
I want to be able to have angel hair pasta with full-cream asiago sauce, shrimp, asparagus, and good wine for dinner every single night without gaining an ounce, or getting sick of it.
And finally, I want a solidly reliable non-hormonal method of birth control that’s easy and convenient and doesn’t involve any sort of gadgetry implanted in my uterus.
Le Sigh…
a “save” feature on my house, so I can hit the button after I clean once thoroughly, and then anytime it gets messy I can just close the program and reopen it clean.
a bathroom on THIS side of the house, so I don’t have to run to the other side.
a no-strings, no-guilt weekend with a nekkid Eddie Izzard.
full, thick, long, wavy hair that holds a curl.
perfect eyesight.
the ability to carry a tune.
-a once-a-week do-over option. So when I screw up, I can try again without anyone being the wiser. Only usable once a week because I know I’d abuse it otherwise.
I want to move to AZ and build a castle there. A perpetually clean castle. I’d move my parents in with me, and maybe a few of my friends. A magic closet would be nice; I’d also want a magic jewelry box, a magic garage (“Hmm, I need a pick up today…”), and a magic refrigerator. A magic safe, too, because I’d still need money to go out.
There’s more, I know, but my mind keeps wandering to other people. Apparently I can’t sustain “totally selfish” for very long.
I want a single sheet of paper upon which everything written becomes true in real life.
I would write:
-I have no hair on my body below the scalp
-my skin is clear and smooth
-my body is proportionate to its height and bone structure, no excess fat
-I have an envelope full of twenties that never empties
-my cat can keep his own butt clean
-I do not rely on nicotine
And other various selfish wishes. Hey - no one said I had to write in ink! There’s also nothing stopping me from using the paper to order up more papers.
Besides more wishes.
I wish I had the tech skill to hack all of those electronic voting machines.
I wish I knew about 10 reasonable attractive women who shared all the kinky sex fantasies I did and they just liked to play.
I wish for three tons of 100 dollar bills.
Oh and a watch that can stop time for everyone but me.
My completely selfish wish is… to get married. I think about it all the time.
I would like to have a big wedding where all the guests are happy and everything goes smoothly, with presents and a huge chocolate cake and amazing food and dancing music all night long. In a wooded park. With a limo to whisk us away to our plane that is waiting to take us to a private bungalow on a white sandy beach for a week at a resort where “all inclusive” really means all inclusive and there is a maid and a butler to take care of us the entire time…
