wants

So it’s written in stone. More like binary numbers forever coded and stored in fictional clouds over a server farm in Oregon or something. I’m not sure…but I can bet some information technology geek is leaving me an email right now telling me how I’ve incorrectly conveyed the whole idea. So Sorry. I’ll try better next time.

But let’s get back to what is written in stone. Wants. I want often and a lot. Like that time I really wanted an A in chemistry and I begged for anyone with divine powers to help. In return, I promised them that I would not roll my eyes at anyone for the entire month. Or that one time, I really wanted a camera. So I financed it, paid it off, and promised in return I would take pictures until my fingers went numb. People, my fingers are numb! And I want to keep going. I know, I look exhausted but it feels good. I promise. It’s what I want. Heck, it’s better than what I wanted. You know what I mean?