among the things i wish:

that my mom had a blog (i'm curious what she'd write) and a cell phone that i could send silly text messages to.

that i could do everything from my bed. perhaps i could get a rolly bed. (i'm typing on my lappy while in bed right now. number one reason i wanted a lappy. typing in bed.)

that i could handle the big choices in my life and give all the little choices (what to eat for breakfast and what music to listen to--MAJOR time-wasting dilemmas in my world) to someone else. like a personal shopper. except for choices.

that, if no on the rolly bed, i could live underwater. just for a week or so to see what it would be like. my underwater world would have to be totally shark/jellyfish/stingray/danger free. i'm not that great of a swimmer.

that i could turn my internal autocracy into a board of regents, with different little people representing my various interests, debating various decisions, and sending me the results and weekly minutes. how cool would that be?

that i could write song lyrics. i wish i could write exactly what i wanted to say.

that i never ever wished to be someone else.

that i was a star on broadway, or even the playmill would be fine...i just want to belt it (on pitch) in front of a crowd.

that it would rain at least once a week. and be cloudy at least twice a week. and snow from november to april. i've always preferred inclement weather.

that the world was more conducive to bare feet. or that my bare feet were more conducive to the world. either way. i really like the textures of the earth so i'd probably choose tougher feet.

that people's attractiveness reflected their personalities. kind of like that bit in 101 Dalmatians where the dogs look like their owners.

that i could shop off of other people's bodies. when i saw a sweet article of clothing on someone else, i could request one in my size. and free shipping.

that when someone says, "you think too much," i could say, "yes. i do," and promptly think less.