To be slim and fit again.
To have better weather so I go outside more often and get more exercise.
Oooo, yeah! I like that new Motorola SLVR. As soon as they put up that tower in my area, I’m all over it.
And satellite radio.
And peace on earth.
I want a dog. My spouse says no. I’ve had plenty of people tell me “just bring one home, he’ll let you keep it.” No, he won’t. I know him. I’ve had pets all my life, until my beloved cat died a few years ago, and he said no more pets. My life feels emptier without a pet. I wish he’d change his mind and let me have a dog. I think I’d like a Cavalier King Charles spaniel.
I also want my spouse to completely forgive & forget everything in his past & get over it, already, and quit punishing himself and others over what happened or what he’s afraid will happen, and pull that big ole stick out from up his butt.
I want a tenure-track faculty position at the physics department of a small liberal arts college.
I want unquestioned dominion over a .5-meter class telescope with a low-read-noise CCD camera at a dark location.
I want hordes of eager and devoted undergraduates who I can dispatch to do my bidding. (Fly, my pretties, fly!)
I want a nice little house outside of town with a vegetable garden and a compost heap.
I want to live within driving distance on my family so that I can go see them any weekend when I get the notion.
I want the goddamn phone to ring, because said small liberal arts college is supposed to be calling me today about whether they are going to give me the job that gives me all of the above.
Right now? I want a cigarette. Quitting smoking sucks.
In the long term? I’d love to have my own business, and a successful one at that. I’d really love to have a bookstore or one of those “we sell it for you on eBay” businesses. Alas, I have not the money for this, so I guess what I really want is money.
I want to know Japanese. I working on it but, dang it, I want to know instead of having to look up every other word.
I also want really fabulous shoes.
I request the following from The Universal Waitress:
I want a man in my life that knows me and cares for me as much as my good friends do. I want a man who is a good friend to me and to whom I am a good friend. Oh, and who’s a good kisser.
I want to live in my own little house that gets lots of natural light and has hardwood floors and a fireplace.
I want a Mazda 6 without having to make compromises on which bells and whistles I can get.
I want to finally, finally DO something with my life that will pay me what I’m worth. IOW, I want to stop believing that being underemployed is ok.
I want to start moving out of my Big Weenie phase.
Oh, where do I start? I want a decent job, my own apartment, a cat, and a decent person for an SO. I want peace and quiet.
Most of all, I want my dad to clip his own toenails. ::shudder::
You know, I think that what I want is to be grateful for what I have, which apparently includes a lot of what other people want. Case in point:
Yes! Major smileys that you have what makes you happy. And that you realize how lucky you are!
Hmmm…I guess Dad is kind of like a cat. (I’ll get him a scratching post for his next birthday.) OK, one down, few more to go.
What do you want?
Who are you?
If you go to Z’Ha’Dum you will die.
“I want to live just long enough to be there when they cut your head off and stick it on a pike as a warning to the next 10 generations that some favours come at too high a price. I want to look up into your lifeless eyes and wave, like this. Can you and your associates arrange that for me, Mr. Morden?”
Funny that you mention that, because I want my not-so-random construction worker to finally get his green card. He’s a wonderful, loving hard-working man, a great father-- he is that knight in shining armor a girl dreams about. Except for that whole illegal alien thing. But we’re working on it!
and psst…sometimes they speak better English than they let on at first, or so he says. 
Calorie free liqour and a fat bank account.
I want to ride my bike across Canada. Got the bike, got the gear, now all I need is money and a summer off work.
Considering that I’m seriously broke and I only get one day a week off - no vacations at all - I think I’m SOL. 
Happiness would be good.
Someone who loved me would be lovely.
Failing that, seven women, one for each day of the week, to do my willing bidding would be most gratifying.
To retire at 35. Specifically, to have enough money in the bank that I can live comfortably off the interest.
I want Mr. Bunny and I to be together for the rest of our lives.
I want us to own a nice house in a place where we feel comfortable settling down and thinking about an offspring.
I want my kitty to get old and fat and peaceful and stop being so bitey, eventually.
I want to stop always worrying.
I want my husband and I to be healthy.
Money, too. Not a lot, but more than what I have. And yes, I’m trying to get a new job to make more…but still.
Other than that I’m pretty happy.