know what I want

I have decided that I want a bazillion freakin dollars….
ok
so that doesn’t count.
How about this:
I want to be able to tell the people that I love exactly how much I love them. I’ve always had a problem with this.

I do know that I want to get the hell off Fort Polk. I tried to go out to eat yesterday and had three resturants to choose from. One was a buffet.

I’m not sure that I know anyone who knows exactly what they want, but I’d like to try. I think the first step is knowing what you DON’T want.

I don’t want to live paycheck to paycheck for the rest of my life.

I don’t want to be one of those women who write to Ann Landers.

I don’t want my (future) children to refer to me as “your mother” to their siblings.

That’s all I’ve got for now.