Things I want.
I want to be competent in sports conversations with other guys.
I want to live alone in the wilderness for days on end.
I want to learn to write good poems.
I want to dive into a swimming pool of vanilla pudding, crushed oreos and gummy worms.
I want to live in a cooler climate.
Yeah.
I want to see my old roomate’s new baby boy. Whoa.
I want to make an impact as a “resident alien”.
I want to get a dog.
I want to spray my dog with a hose, and keep him from shaking until he is really close to a lady’s hair salon. Then throw a piece of juicy bacon inside, turn and start running.
I want to deny that I have a dog when questioned by authorities.
I want to give a million dollars away over the course of my lifetime to people in deep need that I know personally.
I want to go golfing with my brother.
I want a cheeseburger, with onion straws and peppercorn.
I don’t want a heart attack.
