I want... to slow-dance to Billie Holiday with someone who knows who Billie Holiday is.
I want... a pet lion named Lionel.
I want... to always meet new people.
I want... to pretend I'm a werewolf and howl at the moon every Wednesday night.
I want... to live in Prague and make love to the city's entire population.
I want... to be surrounded by Scottish accents.
I want... to look like Liv Tyler.
I want... a world-wide picnic, where hostilities and prejudices are thrown aside.
I want... to play piano like Regina Spektor.
I want... to party well into the night in a filthy Manhattan flat.
I want... to provocatively dance on a staircase.
I want... to be able to scream inappropriate lyrics at the top of my lungs.
I want... to always have beautiful friends who make me laugh, and who shut me up.
I want... to end up with someone who is smarter than I am.
I want... to never stop posting on this blog.
I want... five cats, each named after the Spice Girls.
I want... to move to Middle Earth.
I want... mind-blowing sex for the rest of my life.
I want... everyone to believe they're wizards.
I want... to never stifle my cackle, no matter how loud or obnoxious.
I want... to create a legacy.
I want... humanity to stuff their faces with delicious food 24/7.
I want... everyone to take a breath, and just laugh at themselves.
I want... to actually finish writing something.
I want... to never stop getting goosebumps.
I want... music to always stay this good.
I want... this passion for life to never dwindle.
I want... to marry a bookworm.
I want... ugly people to feel as though they're beautiful.
I want... everyone to smile with their teeth, not their lips.
I want... to never turn bitter.
I want... to be happy.
I want... all our wants to come true.
Your faithful blogster, Jacob.
