Things to want list.
-I want to play you in a game of Jenga and then laugh when you fail and cry and run away.
-I want to hate your favorite band and then secretly create my own digitally rendered computer wallpaper of them and tile it across my desktop.
-I want to kung-fu chop a block of cinder until I build enough calluses around the end of my right hand so I can impress no one else other than myself and my grandma.
-I want to stay on AOL instant messenger for hours, no days!-- and leave absolutely no away message and keep no idle time--for the reason of throwing spite on those kids in Dallas.
-I want to wrap my entire body with microphones so I can record body language for 25 minutes during each day in order to fuse some sort of correlation between my mannerisms and my daily intake of carbohydrates.
-I want you to kick me in the shins really hard.
-I want to make pop music and call it indie while I sit in my underwear on the crusty carpet of my old roommates bedroom.
-I want to break every deadline, miss every alarm and pick up when the answering machine just switches on so I can talk over myself and be a simultaneous, multi-octave, reverb emulating jerk who lets the phone squeak because I also turn on the speakerphone.
-I want you to buy a trampoline and jump through my window at night around 3.
-I want to learn what it means to shave off whatever pinches, hurts, or stings--then roll it into a ball and throw it into the middle of a major interstate highway.
-I want you to send me a birthday card everyday and spell my name wrong everytime.
Anything else before I go?
-I want to hate your favorite band and then secretly create my own digitally rendered computer wallpaper of them and tile it across my desktop.
-I want to kung-fu chop a block of cinder until I build enough calluses around the end of my right hand so I can impress no one else other than myself and my grandma.
-I want to stay on AOL instant messenger for hours, no days!-- and leave absolutely no away message and keep no idle time--for the reason of throwing spite on those kids in Dallas.
-I want to wrap my entire body with microphones so I can record body language for 25 minutes during each day in order to fuse some sort of correlation between my mannerisms and my daily intake of carbohydrates.
-I want you to kick me in the shins really hard.
-I want to make pop music and call it indie while I sit in my underwear on the crusty carpet of my old roommates bedroom.
-I want to break every deadline, miss every alarm and pick up when the answering machine just switches on so I can talk over myself and be a simultaneous, multi-octave, reverb emulating jerk who lets the phone squeak because I also turn on the speakerphone.
-I want you to buy a trampoline and jump through my window at night around 3.
-I want to learn what it means to shave off whatever pinches, hurts, or stings--then roll it into a ball and throw it into the middle of a major interstate highway.
-I want you to send me a birthday card everyday and spell my name wrong everytime.
Anything else before I go?
posted by Henry at 9:54 PM
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Laugh at something I've said until you cry, forgetting everything except that moment.
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I want you to peel me like a grape and eat me!
*sniffle* Why would you want me to fail at Jenga?! Oh well, at least I get to kick you in the shins! ;)
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