I want to be able to make my own decisions and do whatever the fuck I want without worrying about what she will think and whether or not she will respect me less.
I want him to come back of a morning. I want to meet him one day. I want a sunny weekend, so Soundwave isn't flooded out. I want peace of mind and heart.
Oh and I really really want to get rid of this sore throat.
Ugh, me too. Woke up with one this morning.
To go back to sleep. To see Vanna tonight, it sucks that they're five minutes from where I am and I'm missing them. To meet Chris Preece again Gideon to be back on Criminal Minds
I want to be sunk down in steaming hot sand, feeling it run through my fingers and toes. I want to have a rod and reel in my hands, an ice chest full of mango snapper at my side, and a bucket full of bait shrimp by my feet. I want to feel the warm breeze in my hair, hear Trevor Hall playing on the boombox, the sounds of Zydeco and Classic rock coming out of the windows of the dive bars across the street. I want to feel waves rock the boat gently. I want to fall asleep hearing gulls call. I want to ride jet-skis with my friends, I want to gather seashells. I want to bite into an ice cream cone and shiver because it's the only cold thing I've touched all day. I want to get so entirely hot that it's a relief just to walk past an open door; to feel the air conditioning leak out. I want to walk down the road at night, see all the lights, the rowdy kids hanging their heads out of their mother's SUV's, howling at the moon because it's spring break and we're all young and alive. I want to get so entirely sunburned that I can't move. I want to go see the airshow, get in a float and stare up at the sky as the planes fly overhead, the sonic booms shaking everything around us. I want to sneak sips of my Aunt's wine coolers and play in the pool with my baby cousins. I want to play ultimate frisbee at the bay, I want to swing on the swings and walk down the pier.