Things I want, right effing now.
1. A cigarette, recessed filter, Parliament for choice.
2. A perfectly pulled double espresso.
3. Tickets to Oaxaca for DoD things.
4. Not to have to go to campus and see people I’ve been avoiding all summer.
5. To have perhaps not eaten 2 loaves of bread in a single weekend (ow)
6. An oxygen facial (to offset smoking)
7. To somehow be paid for writing something. Anything, really.
8. For the property management to turn on the radiators.
9. To not be getting a cavity. More ow.
10. Indian pudding with Ciao Bella vanilla gelato. Or a gingersnap.
11. This dress. And the arms to go with it. (Angela Basset’s would be ideal).
12. To perhaps not think that every comment in every medium is a personal fucking attack.