I want next week’s surgery to be behind me, rather than looming in front of me.
I only want the ones that I can’t get…
I would like:
- enough money to pay off all my debts and the mortgage.
- for my father to be able to retire comfortably and not have any more financial worries.
- a school where my daughter can go where she won’t be bullied for sitting around reading instead of gossiping with and about the other girls.
- the willpower to finally lose my excess weight. I don’t care about looking like a supermodel, I just want my legs to stop hurting so much when I walk.
- the means and time to travel to Japan, France and Italy - all trips I’ve been meaning to make but have had to postpone and/or cancel for one reason or another.
and lastly
-a man who isn’t married/in a relationship, doesn’t abuse people or substances, and loves me for who I am. Oh yeah, bonus points if he actually exists and isn’t a fictional character.
Both of the first responses that came to mind are already posted. Well done.
I would like a special man in my life.
Someone to talk to.
The energy to write another book. My first is coming out in less than three days. My face feels like it’s going to crack sometimes because I have such a grin on my face lately. A maid and a few million would also be nice.
Ha; Mr. Morden was my thought as well upon seeing the thread title.
I still love it that Vir got his wish, complete with the little wave.
Right now I’d like arsonists to be set on fire and burned alive, then reanimated so it can happen again. And again. Like Groundhog Day for asshole arsonists.
Context: Listening to firefighters and vehicles getting trapped by fire as it jumps highways and rivers and a coworker’s house about to be engulfed in flames on the scanner. The chimpanzee sanctuary may or may not still be there - last I heard there was fire on the property but the chimps were still ok. That was a few hours ago. Over 3000 acres since this afternoon.
According to porn and all the spam I get, apparently they want very large, very hard penises. That stay that way for hours. Call a doctor if it’s more then 4 hours though! Or call more women to come help out.
But Chancellor Mollari is long dead, my friend, and these are, let us say, interesting times. Now come back inside. Come, come now. You will catch your death on this balcony. The brivari is at the perfect temperature, but won’t keep. Yes, that’s good. That’s right. Sit down. There. Comfortable, yes?
While I pour you what I am sure you will agree is the best glass of brivari you have ever tasted, let us discuss the latest decree by the royal court’s new administrator, the regent Vincenzo. You look surprised, my friend. Ahhh, that’s right, you have yet to be advised of the regent Cesare’s untimely demise. A pity, and so young. The regent Vincenzo is absolutely grief-stricken about it, but these are the times in which we live, and life, as difficult as it can sometimes be, must go on. Here you are, my friend. Careful not to spill it. Now tell me that does not warm your second heart.
Now, where was I? Oh yes. I know you have never trusted Vincenzo, but you must understand that the regent’s reverence to the house of Mollari and its antecedents, the greatest of which, to be sure, was Chancellor Londo Mollari, is exceeded only by his reverence and dedication to the Centauri republic. He …Mm? …Emperor Mollari? Perhaps you’ve already had too much brivari, eh? Yes, the old chancellor served as emperor for a brief term, but after yet another attempt on his life, he graciously and bravely chose to abdicate and serve the Centauri people as chancellor in absentia. Surely you know this, my friend. It is in all of the history books.
To my point. The regent, in his unparalleled wisdom, has chosen to form an alliance with certain influential parties through which we will once again regain governance of Centauri Prime. Yes, our entire world, once again in our hands. Imagine the… mm? Yes, they are off-worlders, of course, but that is not the point, my frie… yes, we have the Mollari amulet, and yes, before you ask, it is safe. But you know as well as I that it can only be activated by coming into contact with the unique properties contained in the skin cells of a direct descendent of Londo Mollari, of which only two remain, Dario and Abelina, both of whom are guests of our soon-to-be benefactors.
Why the long face? You will be pleased to know, my dour and slightly inebriated friend, that a great celebration and palace tour are being planned for the off-worlders as we speak. Yes, of course they will be shown the amulet. In fact, they have asked to see it. Don’t worry, my friend. The regent has seen to its security personally.
You don’t have to invert the glass to prove you have emptied it. Just ask if you want mo… Oh! Oh well, it is only a glass; I have more. Wait! Careful picking up those shards. You’ll cut yourself. What are you doing?! Take that away from your throat? Oh my… Chamberlain! Come quickly! CHAMBERLAIN! Guards!
Anyone…
See you in the next world, my friend.
fin
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I would like a special woman in my life.
Um … hello!
For my MIL’s cancer and all the associated pain and sickness to just. go. away.
To be able to hug my dad again, and listen to him tell me a story.
For my two dear friends to find women who love and appreciate them for the geeky cool guys that they are.
To have many more healthy years to spend in the company of my husband, who I love more and more each day.
When the end comes, to go bravely, peacefully, without regret.
Magical, not-gonna-happen wish: That I hadn’t miscarried.
Very, very, very unlikely wish: That I would be pregnant again, carry it to term, and raise a happy, healthy child.
More realistic wish: That we be approved for fostering/adoption as quickly as possible, and that a child that we can love and who can love us be placed in our care.
You’re supposed to know what they want by telepathy, without having to ask and without their having to say anything. And if you don’t, it shows how selfish and uncaring you are.
Re: women - You could ask us. I mean, we do have mouths to answer you. Vocal cords, even.
I finally thought of what I want. I want a miniature elephant, smaller than my hand. I want him to trumpet and run around and do cute things. I’d make him a little tiny playpen.
GET TO WORK, SCIENCE!
I’d like to catch a break for once.
A new job.
Enough money to add onto our house or buy a different one.