Mar 11, 2006 21:53
I want to get married in this fantastically beautiful cathedral with Pachelbel's Canon as the march. I also want a grouchy old lady to complain about this afterward.
I want to have a fantastically romantic time in the pouring rain.
I want to sneak out of the window only to go back inside the front door a few minutes later.
I want to help a child lost at Stop and Shop find their mother. Maybe go to the customer support and page the frantic lady. That'd be awesome.
I want to discover whatever happend to Ky.
I want to break up with a guy I didn't like, and if he asks why, I want to tell him I hated his last name.
I want to go to daily Mass with all the nuns and elderly some summer.
I want to live in a convent to see how nuns pass the time.
I want to have a baby.
I want to write books.
I want to show Andrew Jess all the amazing places I love most.
I want to spoil any children Eric or Brian have.
I want to learn how to play the electric guitar for the express purpose of punking out BSS school songs.
I want to dedicate my first novel to Bryan Rizza after he has long forgotten me.
I want to sit by someone in the hospital day and night until they're healthy again.
I want to see all four oceans, to come back and realize nothing gets better than the Atlantic.
I want to have a meaningful conversation withi a telemarketer.
I want to try on all the wedding dresses in the store.
I want to surprise someone by doing something for them that they've been putting off, but keeping intending to do.
I want to work in a nursing home.
I want a pet cat.
I want to be a constant donor to some cause if I am every wealthy or such.
I want to teach my kids how to sail.
I want to live in the UK
I want to learn how to make a quilt.
I want to sometimes just get in my car and go places.
I want to live alone and have a place with post-its everywhere to remind me to do things.
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