I want so many things. I kinda want to get a new car, but I’m holding out hoping that the good ole Metro will last a year or two. I want to get a new cell phone. The Good Guys had a promotion that you would get a Palm organizer with any cell phone purchase. Of course if is the low end, M100, but still. I also want a 52″ HD-Upgradable TV/Computer Monitor. Could you imagine using you computer on something like that? I want to get away to Monterey for the weekend with my girlfriend. The last couple of time, something has always come up. I want to go and be touristy with my girl, take her out to dinner, and then be able to sleep with her on a nice sized bed. I want a new waredrobe. I want to throw away or donate all of my clothes and just start all over again. New shirts, new pants, new jeans, new tees, new underwear; I want a one piece. I know it’s all about the guys that are ripped and not the underwear itself that makes the guys sexy. But maybe, just maybe, if I got them, then I would look a little sexy too. Fuck it I just want them. I want a gym subscription so that I could go with Matt and Justin and work out. Instead, I am stuck with Mr uneducated Billy Banks. I want a blowjob. nuff said. I want health insurance so that I can get on some antidepressants so that I wouldn’t be so moody. I want to buy the last two Escaflowne DVD’s so I can fucking see what happens at the end. AAARRRGGHHH!!!!!
**slams head on desk**
O.K. I am much better now.
A 50-something pretending to live in California.