I will tame a horse.
I will fall in love again.
I will go out of the country, make an ass of myself (aka remind myself what is to be an American! ((Shotgun blast goes off!)), and come back politically renewed. A bit jaded of late.
I will still listen to bad music. But now, I will posses a new zeal in proclaiming its goodness. Before I did a lot less proclaiming and more creating. Ha. Now that’s a thinkpiece for ya.
I will purchase a dwelling. (No, a tent doesn’t count. Already own one.)
No, I will build a dwelling. With my own two hands. Manpower. For a bird. Yes. Or other small creature. Including just not killing spiders when I see them. Under foot. Indeed.
I will tame another horse. This time with my hands tied behind my back. (Yes, that is supposed to be partly an italics joke. Let me know if it bombs.)
I will welcome our troops home from Iraq.
I hope I will continue to be using my talents to better the world. After all, there’s not much else to it. That’s kinda the only goal I can figure out we should all be going for.
Simultaneously, I will be able to oWn you at Halo 3. It’s my personal paradox. My PP.
What are some of yours?
Note. You have to be under 30 to answer. Or at least pretend to be. However, I won’t do a background check.