the anomaly that is me

i wish…

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.


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