I want.

I want.
I want.
I want.

I'm not totally addicted to reading my stars as I may make out.
Sometimes I just like someone else to decide how I should feel that day.
I like "You'll be in a great mood at work".
And so I shall.

The Weekend Australian had a good one though,
I like the line: "What Virgos Want - an epic in 36 volumes".

Do you want to read it?
Do you?
You??

Hello?


I went shopping with Dollface today and I wanted a lot of things.
I wanted a 60's style dress/top, I walked away from it.
The plan was that if I thought about it whilst we continued shopping then
I'd go back.
I went back.

Dollface wanted a colouring in book.
We couldn't find one.
-Maybe I'll get one on the plane.
-"I'll have a bloody mary and a colouring in book".
-Now leave me alone.

I also wrote a list of what I want in my new flat:
Wooden hangers, lush matching towels, a place for my makeup and champignons.
Champignons are on my list.
I could have them now.
But somehow they don't suit this flat.

I want April to be over with, sleep tonight will fix that.
I want May, my teaching prac and moving to my parents to be over with.
I want June, saying goodbye to my work and living at my parents to definitly be over with.
I want July,
I want Osaka,
I want Kyoto.
I want to pack my car.
I want a sign that says "Sydney 980km".
I want "Drive safely, you are leaving Brisbane".
I want to be sitting on my living room floor in my new flat
cutting pictures out of magazines.
Ah bliss.

I want.
I want.
I want.

I called my parents.
"You're getting a visitor for a month".
My mum said "You are never going to cope".