WISHLIST NUMBER FAR FROM A MILLION.
1. I want to read Lance Armstrong in a day and enjoy the feeling at midnight.
2. I want to not lament over anything. I don't want a reason to crib. Cribbing can easily be an Outlook in my life that I must go through. But I want it to be Top Gear that I don't relish at all.
3. Sans any connection to (2), I want to really start reading Top Gear and Overdrive. If only I could pass these off as Good Housekeeping. Wait till Wishlist written at 30.
4. This one I have shamelessly shared. I want to sit on the blade of the fan and squeeze myself in that 3 inch space and madly rotate while it's on. I always tend to ignore that this is perfect as a lethal fantasy.
5. I want a career and not work towards it. Procrastinating is such a disease. I need immunity.
6. I want to stop calling auto drivers bastards. They've made me helpless. But they've provided comfort although that's easy to forget. Can I blame it on them? I should. Bargaining on auto fares is illegal for a start.
7. I want to crack a genius joke. One that can never be matched. One that doesn't have a lineage. One which will not have a family but work wonders as a mentor.
8. I really want to try 75% of Big Chill's menu. Please notice that this is #8.
9. I want put "take life as it comes" to practical use. Do I have to specify that it's easier said than done.
10. I want to borrow an expensive gadget and treat it so well that the lender makes me it's owner. I don't care if it's out of guilt or anything else.
One should always stop at a round figure. Multiples of five to make it easier.
Until WISHLIST NUMBER ONE LESS THAN FAR FROM A MILLION.
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