• Someone to tell me I will end up as a sweater-vest wearing, hipster professor of creative writing. • To live in a studio apartment with a Great Dane and throw exquisite dinner parties with expensive wine and jazz/swing music. • To move. • To wind up / to not wind up as a thirty-five-year-old spinster with too many cats. • To journal relentlessly, to learn always, to stop unconsciously (!) using adverbs. • To take a road trip, alone, to somewhere I haven’t been in too long. • To find him as if by accident but entirely on purpose. • Guacamole, guacamole, guacamole. • To stop having dreams about my mother buying bears and tigers. • Someone to critique my writing. • A Mazda RX8 / Audi TT / Mustang. • To spend a whole day having someone teach me about cars. • A Marlboro Smooth and a bottle of Bell’s Two Hearted. • To re-kindle my love for Family Guy. • ‘na be your lover, to sex you up, candy, it that way, you –

I want you so bad it’s driving me mad, it’s driving me mad.