After about two weeks of fucking everything up I'm feeling a little unstable.
I currently want the following, but before that I beg the question: What the fuck do you want?
I want to go out and party the hardest I ever have.
I want to hybernate under my doona for a season and wake up radiant, healthy and new.
I want to study for 24 hours straight and complete my degree by tomorrow.
I want to rid my life of distractions and personal paperweights.
I want to know if there's life on Mars, where it is and how I can get there.
I want to buy a type writer - or find my old one and use it more often.I want to go to a foreign country, have no money and not speak a word of the dialect.
I want to write and write and write until I can't remember why I started writing.
I want to sit on the floor of a steamy shower and never, ever get out.
I want to get lost somewhere and find my way out.
I want to finish my portfolio and start approaching editors.I want to experience free love, free spirits and the music of the 70s.
I want to stop procrastinating and quit smoking.
I want to get the fuck out of Brisbane.
I want to hide under a hooded cloak for the rest of the year.
I want to have my tan, sun bleached hair and 14 year old body back.
I want to press pause and make the world stop while I chill out a little.I want to bear witness to a federal crime and get a new identity.
I want to live within the pages of Lula for the rest of my life.
I want to get lost in the woods and survive on berries and stream water.
I want to write my next article with a victorian quill.
I want to die Anna Wintour and be born Jim Morrison.
I want to wear my Moschino belt so much that people forget who I am and only remember me for wearing that belt.
I want to punch the next person who attempts small talk with me.
Lula, knightcat, cobrasnake.