I wish the boss would go home so I could get back to my surfing.

I wish I was a baller.
I wish I was a little bit taller.
I wish I had a girl in the good, I would call her.

I wish i could retire.

I wish a cloud of eiderdown could draw around me
softening a sound, sleepy time, and I lie, with my love by my side,
and she's breathing low, and the candle dies, when night comes down
you lock the door, the book falls to the floor, as darkness falls, the waves roll by, the seasons change, the wind is wry.

That kinda shit.

I wish I actually had some hope of finding this cat's owner.

I wish I could take a nap but Charlie is here for the day so I can't. Me so tired.

shit, you just reminded me of how much i loved that skee lo song. i gotta go and download that one.

I wish....

i would just hit lotto once....i would never ask to hit it again......gimme the $120 million jackpot tommoorw night, and I never have to win again..promise!

Looking back on when I
Was a nappy-headed little boy
And my only worry
Was for Christmas, what would be my toy....

I wish those days
Would
Come back once more

Also, I wish one day I should become a singer with a Spanish bum who sings for women of great virtue. I'd sing to them with a guitar I borrowed from a coffee bar; well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you.

My name would be Antonio and all my bridges I would burn, and when I gave them some they'd know I'd expect something in return. I'd have to get drunk every night and talk about virility with some old grandmother
that might be decked out like a christmas tree, and, though pink elephants I'd see, though I'd be drunk as I could be, still I would sing my song my song to me about the time they called me "Jacky."

If I could be for only an hour, if I could be for an hour every day, if I could be for just one little hour, cute in a stupid ass way. And if I joined the social whirl, became procurer of young girls, then I would have my own bordellos, my record would be number one and I'd sell records by the ton, all sung by many other fellows. My name would then be handsome Jack and I'd sell boats of opium, whisky that came from Twickenham, authentic queers and phony virgins.

If I had banks on every finger, a finger in every country and every country ruled by me, I'd still know where I'd want to be - locked up inside my opium den, surrounded by some china men. I'd sing the song that I sang then about the time they called me "Jacky."

If I could be for only an hour, if I could be for an hour every day, if I could be for just one little hour, cute in a stupid ass way Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice, that if one day in paradise - I'd sing for all the ladies up there and they would sing along with me and we be so happy there to be, cos' down below is really nowhere. My name would then be Junipher,
then I would know where I was going and then I would become all knowing, my beard so very long and flowing. If I became deaf, dumb and blind because I pitied all mankind and broke my heart to make things right
I know that every single night when my angelic work was through the angels and the Devil too would sing my childhood song to me about the time they called me "Jacky."

If I could be for only an hour, if I could be for an hour every day, if I could be for just one little hour, cute in a stupid ass way.

I wish I'd shaved yesterday so I had a little bit of stubble for going out tomorrow.

I wish there was a cure for cancer.

makes no difference who you are

Well played, Todd.

Todd's was succinct and appropriate. Mine was a verbose smack over the head and only funny if you know the song. One of the greatest over-the-top songs ever, though.

So, well-played Todd.

I wish this girl would call

I wish this paper would write itself so I could go watch COPS.

I wish I could eat a gooey, cheesy slice of pizza heaped with pepperoni.

Dieting sucks.

that and i wish i could be a morning person on the days i need to be. for me, getting up early is 8:30. i have to get up tomorrow at 6freakingam to see a potential client. i'm not worried about the interview but i'm anxious about waking up. i mean, i've missed flights because i just cannot get my ass out of bed.

I can call you.

the key is a coffee pot with a timer. the biggest struggle for me is making it to the kitchen and making coffee. if i make it the night before and its ready when i wake up---i'm golden.

Try getting up before 5:30am. Maybe that's a reason why I don't have a boyfriend -- who in their right mind wants to be awakened at 5:30 in the morning?

And it makes no sense for me to make coffee -- I'll wait until I get into the office for that.

DING! That and a job where if you miss/are late to meetings/FRs you lose = most nights if I have something really important, I have no hope of sleeping.

I wake up at 5 for work, so I feel your pain.

the problem is that i am lazy. and by nature a nocturnal person.
it's my attitude. i'm pretty competitive in my work and "getting" the client is half the fun. but before 8am i don't care about anything. i treasure sleep and am quite the bitch in the morning.

i could barely get up by 8:30 to get my kids, dressed, fed, lunches and snacks packed and then (?) to school when they were young. i would beg them and offer money to get them to go in late to no avail. once jr. high and high school started they understood they were on their own.

coffee won't help. multiple alarms don't help. what i have to do is remind myself that people are/will be waiting for me. this of course does not work on a regular basis but for a meeting or two i can do it. wish me luck tomorrow.

and call me elvis.