I wish I could change hair colour & style at whim.
I wish I was magical.
I wish my boobs were smaller.
I wish I could stop chewing my cuticles. (Bad stress habit.)
I wish I was independently wealthy.
I wish I didn’t have to work for a living.
I wish money wasn’t an issue that people, including myself, had to worry about.
I wish I enjoyed running, because I actually enjoy running. (Trust me, that makes sense.)
I wish I had a horse, and could go horseback riding through nature every weekend.
I wish I could tolerate 35C+ heat and humidity in the summer, because I love being outside.
I wish I was taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl and if I did I — no, wait. That’s a song. Get out of my head, song.
I wish I could talk to animals.
I wish I had the body type for clothes that I like that I obviously do not have the body type for. But just for those rare outfits I want to wear. Otherwise, I’m pretty ok with my body type. But…
I wish I could shake the random “I’m fat and ugly” mood phases that crop up. They are annoying, and lies.
I wish I could have more than two dogs at home. (City bylaws – boo!)
I wish dragons were real. Not evil dragons, that terrorize & eat everyone and their sheep, but nice dragons. Like in How To Train Your Dragon.
I wish I had a pet dragon I could ride to and from work.
I wish I could breathe under water.
I wish I was at Disney World right now.
I wish some friends lived closer, or that teleportation was a thing, and I could hang out with those friends when needed.
I wish some people lived a lot farther away, like say, Neptune, so I didn’t have to see, or deal with them on a regular basis.
I wish more people in the world were happy.
I wish humanity was less angry.
I wish I could make my own clothes. (Still haven’t opened that new sewing machine. *cough*)
I wish my irrational fears weren’t so irrational.
I wish I could find the motivation to blog more often.
I wish I didn’t only think of great things to blog about as I am falling asleep at night.
I wish I could blog via telepathy.
I wish I could travel back in time.
I wish I could quit you. (But I don’t want to.)
I wish I knew why both of my dogs are currently staring at me. I don’t have food. They have food. It’s freaking me out, yo.
I wish I had someone to write indie folk pop songs with.
I wish wishes came true.