I wish had had new tires for my scooter.
I wish I could find a place to live next year that fit my qualifications.
I wish I could go to the theater every week, several times, and that it didn't cost so much.
I wish I could find someone who couldn't live without me. ;)
I wish I could write the perfect novel.
I wish I didn't feel sick after eating too much sugar.
I wish certain things this summer had been different.
I wish I were more patient with my mom.
I wish I could play guitar and sing in a band and make beautiful music, just like Feist.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” -Sylvia Plath
Sunday, August 10, 2008
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3 comments:
The key is not finding someone who can't live without you, but finding someone who, additionally, you can't live without.
So you haven't given up your dream to write a perfect novel?
Ellis would start singing right now, "A dream...is a wish...your heart makes!"
amen! i'm with you on heaps of those! "can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em" i would like to hear what parts of the summer you would have liked to change.
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