"Why can't Dean just text us and tell me that he loves me? That's all I want!"
I wish that's all I wanted.
I want to be free from financial debts.
I want a dog who tilts its head to the side when I am addressing it.
I want my boyfriend to live in the same city as me.
I want to have half an hour free every day to lie on my bed, with my legs up against the wall and to think about nothing much in particular.
I want to open a packet of liquorice allsorts and, just once, find that there aren't any of the brown, cheap chocolate flavoured ones.
I want to actually be able to play the guitar that I bought.
I want to be nicer to my patients, even on my ninth consecutive day at work.
I want to be brilliant.
I want to stop worrying.
I want to be bothered.
I want to find that I am pre-disposed to sing in an unusual key and am not, in fact, tone-deaf at all.
Am I being greedy?
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My parents dog tilts her head to the side when you whistle at her.
She is lovely.
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