I may not act my age, but I'm starting to feel it. ;)
Wow, guys. Next week I turn 50. The big five-oh. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? Apparently it snuck up on me while I was acting like I was twelve. ;) This morning someone asked me what I want for my birthday. Unfortunately I was told that my answer - Colin Morgan - was not helpful. *g* But what do I want? I dunno. I want a lot of things, really...
I want a transporter. Or a Tardis, but only if it came with a Doctor. Or Jack Harkness.
I want to be able to eat anything I want without any consequences.
I want to weigh 40 pounds lighter.
I want Merlin to continue being wonderful and to end in a fantastically squeeful and satisfying way. (But not yet.)
I want the finale of Smallville to be completely awesome and Clextastic.
I want peace on Earth and good will toward men. (That one is looking particularly bleak at the moment.)
I want to be able to twitch my nose and have my house clean itself.
I want the Mighty Boosh to come do a live show in DC.
I want all my medical issues to go away.
I want all my friends and family to be happy and healthy.
And I really do want Colin Morgan. :)
I want a transporter. Or a Tardis, but only if it came with a Doctor. Or Jack Harkness.
I want to be able to eat anything I want without any consequences.
I want to weigh 40 pounds lighter.
I want Merlin to continue being wonderful and to end in a fantastically squeeful and satisfying way. (But not yet.)
I want the finale of Smallville to be completely awesome and Clextastic.
I want peace on Earth and good will toward men. (That one is looking particularly bleak at the moment.)
I want to be able to twitch my nose and have my house clean itself.
I want the Mighty Boosh to come do a live show in DC.
I want all my medical issues to go away.
I want all my friends and family to be happy and healthy.
And I really do want Colin Morgan. :)