- That everything tasted as good as chocolate fudge. Bad for the waistline, good for the soul.
- That sometimes it was acceptable to just stab someone in the eye with a pen. There would be no hard feelings, just a "Yeah, I guess I deserved that."
- That my favorite bands would always keep producing. Just a song every two weeks. That way you don't have to wait for a year to hear something new.
- For everyone to be able to understand exactly what I'm saying. I need a spellchecker for the mind. There are days I think that no one understands what's coming out of my mouth.
- That somedays, the chute doesn't open.
- That on the stressful days, I could just have a smoke. I know it's a vicious can of worms to open, and that's why I stay away - but nothing else gets rid of stress quite the same. At least nothing you can do in the loading bay.
- That I could start one of these lists and have a full set of ideas.
- That I could run a marathon. Hell, I'd be happy to run to the end of the block.
- That instead of the 2Gb iPod, I had the infinite version.
- That The Hip breaks up tomorrow. That way I could call The SIdekick and laugh and laugh and laugh... ah, Good Times.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
I Wish...
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.. and laugh, and laugh, and maybe have a nap until our ribcage healed, and then laugh and laugh some more.
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