admit what I really want

...that I continue to want lots of stuff. Because here’s the thing:

I want to work for what I really want.

...I really want to watch America’s Next Top Model and Lost.
I want to not hear anything about it.
I want to redo the bathroom.
I want highlights and a trim.
I want a brazilian.
I want to put the door of the oven on, finally.
I want a cup of tea with milk and sugar.
I want a hot bath.
I want someone to rub my neck when I come home from work.
I want to be a part of something bigger than myself.
I want to ride my bike more.
I want the Christmas lights to stay up till spring.
I want Al Gore to run for president.
I want Alex and I to go to France in the fall.
I want more music on my i-pod.
I want another pair of cowboy boots.
I want freedom of choice.
I want to kiss girls and have that mean the same thing as kissing boys.
I want a 43 things tee-shirt.

I want to keep wanting.

...I could come home and the dishes would be in the G’damned dishwasher.
I want for people who are “of age” to act that way.
I want to figure out how the hell to get the recycling folks to come pick up the bottles that have been here since NEW YEARS!
I want to see all the Oscar Nominated Animated Shorts.
I want to wash the truck.
I want someone to snuggle with when I go to sleep.
I want breakfast in bed, just once, before I kick it.
I want to get my hands on a bunch of shitty music from my youth, get drunk on PBR and face my deamons about my past.
I want to have babies.
I want to find a good doctor.
I want for that doctor to listen to me.

...Batman!
I want him back.

...I want to be a better mom to my dog.
I want to move into the house and get the utilities set-up.
I want to kiss Ethan and tell him how sorry I am and that I still love him.
I want to move to the 6th and Grant store, not because I like it, but because I want some change in my job.
I want to stay a barista, even if they think I’d make a great shift.
I want to get a camper top for my truck.
I want christmas lights on my porch.
I want to be the cook at the summer cons at church, even if I am the pretty girl.
I want to have sex in the new house before Elizabeth.
I want better skin.
I want a humidifier.
I want Garret to date me, for a little while.
I want to get rid of stuff.
I want new breaks for the truck.

...I’m workin’on it.