Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Blah blah blah

I wish I could write beautiful literary pieces. Tragic tales or quirky ones or sensual stories of love and lust or some mystical realism work of brilliance.

I wish I were just an inch or so taller.

I wish I were 7-8 lbs (bideally 10 lbs) skinnier.

I wish my hair never got frizzy.

I wish I were super sporty looking, even if I didn't play any sport.

I wish I could talk smart about EVERYTHING.

I wish I could read super fast.

I wish I were interested in all sorts of non-fiction writing too.

I wish I could drive and own a little VW Beetle (Sleek and shiny Orange, maybe with white or black or pink or green polka dots)

I wish I could sprint in heels. Or just even walk!

I wish I had a million dollars (or more, obvi!)

I wish I could be funny, just inherently, without ever having to try.

I wish I could always always listen to Elvis Duran. I truly believe that we could be friends. I hope if he ever reads this he'll think the same.

I wish I were friends with Justin Timberlake. I also think he'd be a good friend to have.

I wish I could stay in touch and actually be good friends to the friends who'd actually be friends with me...ok, that sentence went out of control.