Things I want to do…in no particular order other than the random succession that they enter my brain.
Visit every continent. Have the lead role in a successful feature film. Have my own webpage – a cool one. Get a degree. Learn another language. Be an advice columnist. Raise a large amount of money for charity. Have sex in a public place. Learn how to sword fight. Be an ambassador for Unisef or the likes. Get really slim – a little on the skinny side when people say “she should stop loosing now”.
Cash a big pay cheque and blow it on something frivolous. Visit a hill tribe to learn their way of life. Get married. Have a family. Dance on a bar and know all the moves to Coyote Ugly. Get my Diploma in Counselling. Go away on holiday with a huge group of friends. See the 7 wonders of the world. Go to my own premier and be the star. Watch my mum fall in love. Buy my own house. Have a book published. Be interviewed by Fearne Cotton. Grow old gracefully. Go to a huge festival and spend the whole time drunk. Spend time at an elephant sanctuary. Be in love forever>and be loved back. Throw a hard punch. Learn what spices are missing from recipes just by the taste – Yeah right like this one is going to materialize. Be a success- more to the point feel a success. Get good at vintage shopping. Be able to complete a crossword puzzle. Learn the world map. Throw a massive house party. Jump down a waterfall (safely). Attend my brothers wedding. Be content with the hand that has been dealt.
