I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want.

I want to get out of the office, so I'm not going to price things out right now. Here are physical things I want.

• 24 inch stools for my kitchen bar. Seriously, I've been there well over a year and haven't bought any.
• a comfortable sized desk. As much as I love the one I stole from Fort Lewis College (from the dumpster) it just doesn't work in 2006 like it did in 1966.
• a new couch and chair for my living room.
• a sex (UPDATE: I meant SIX not SEX) drawer dresser that is three and three instead of the six tall I currently have.
• proper storage type things in both my closets.
• lots of new pants and skirts for fall.
• and some new shoes.
• a new laptop.
• a writing coach to help me edit and rewrite my book.
• a plane ticket to Israel for my 30th birthday.
• a boy who doesn't say totally ridiculous things that won't be repeated here.
• a new piece of glass for my RAZR phone, not a new phone.
• a speakerphone for my RAZR phone.
• someone to do my dishes.
• a manicure.

However, this list isn't to say that good things haven't happened. I was contemplating my collage this morning on the bus. There is a woman with very clear skin sitting in her underwear doing a yoga sort of thing. My skin has cleared up dramatically in the last couple weeks (thank god.)

And the gyroscope represented my book (cause the center was a star of david, although it wasn't meant to be a jewish symbol.... so it was Accidentally Jewish, like me) and I got some good feedback yesterday about it.