to know how to get to prison.
someone to explain the real reason for irony and apathy.
my critics to explain to me, in simple words, what is wrong with me.
to know if "the problem with kids these days" is a childhood script of Ritalin given for the wrong reason.
those i love to like me less.
a new pair of flops
a pedicure
an espresso in a 48 oz mug
my hot nodule back
my yard mowed
my daughter to graduate
to know why a "behaviorist" is passive aggressive; without the passive
to know why I'm so passionate about....um...oops
time. more time.
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