wishful thinking
you wish you were me...
you wish you went to the bathroom in a daze this morning only to almost fall back first into your bathtub when you turned around to close the door.
you wish you made a bumbling fool of yourself everytime you walked into the art store.
you wish you dropped a taller-than-you cardboard box on your head.
you wish you had a crush on him and everytime you step in to the store your tardness multiplies exponentially.
you wish you squealed out loud, then cupped your mouth with your hands and kicked your legs in class, when deborah told us we would be seeing bill henson's exhibition next week.
you wish you had the the greatest views everyday.
and me? i don't have to wish...
