I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener.
Actually, I wish I didn’t have to work for a living, or at least that I worked at something I love doing.
I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener.
Actually, I wish I didn’t have to work for a living, or at least that I worked at something I love doing.
I wish I had a lot more money.
I wish my condo would sell.
I wish I was micromanaging Anastasaeon.
I wish I didn’t have to live with constant feelings of self-doubt. I realize that I’m a not unattractive, intelligent, even witty person, but I don’t feel that way. I feel like a total fraud 99 percent of the time.
Barring that, I’d really like some chocolate ice cream. Or a Saab.
I wish I could be with the one I love as more than just a friend.
This unrequited stuff sucks.
Get a room
I wished I had more workdiscipline, more social skills and that I was 30 kgs lighter and loved sport.
I wish I could complete the script I’m working on to my satisfaction and sell it for enough to pay off my car and all my credit card debts and put a downpayment on a home.
I wish I were a bestselling author with a smoking hot wife. Not so much to ask, is it?
Ten million quid.
Me, too!
I wish my husband wasn’t being laid off.
I wish I could finish all the homework I have without staying up so late.
I wish to be out of debt with a financially future
To sort of paraphrase Jim Croce:
I wish I had more time to do things I want to do now I’ve found them.
I wish I was in the land of cotton.
*not really I’m quite happy here in Merrie England.
I do wish I was 25 years old again…knowing what I know now
I wish there was some way of knowing what I want to be when I grow up…
I wish I knew what I want to be when I grow up.
Y’know, now that I’m fifty! :dubious:
Direction, that’s it, I wish for some direction!
Really and truly I wish I lived just around the corner from ScareyFaerie