I want. . .

[Cagliostro]

...a damn cookie.

[Wyldewode]

Well, have a cookie then!


I want my house to be spotless and in perfect order without me having to lift a finger.

[Menolly]

Wriggle your nose?



Fold your arms over each other and blink?

[Wyldewode]

I'd wiggle my nose. . . I think I'm more of a Samantha than a Jeannie.
Even if I did, I doubt it would do any good. I am just overwhelmed by trying to get my home organized, and need someone else's imput on conquering the scary linen closet and the jungle of miscellaneous possessions that inhabit the upper shelves in my bedroom. I know how to tame the boxes of paper (shred the old bills, and just toss the unnecessary things), but I can't bring myself to actually throw away all the notes I took at university. It feels like throwing a part of myself away . . . even if I haven't loooked through them since I graduated.

[sgt.null]

i want more days of shooting at school this week and less days of dull classes.

As someone who lives in the same general area as Columbine, let me just say....

prison school. w3e defend you. and my shooting is way rusty.

[The Leper Fairy]

I want my friendboything to write me an email, dammit!

[sgt.null]

my mary's danish cds to get here already.