I just want to eat taco bell. Be able to ninjutsu your face off. Build cool shit with tile, wood, or whatever else I see fit. Drink when I celebrate. Have my 20 friends. Laugh at my own jokes. Have engaging conversations. Spend most of my time with my fiancé. Write a million things for a million reasons. Yell like my sports teams can hear me. Read knowledge instead of bullshit. Go places I don’t know yet. Love those that love me. Play video games in sweat pants. Blare hip hop music onbnoxiously loud. Ignore stupid humans. Befriend intelligent dogs. Answer to no one. And be my fucking self.
Verbose Musings 