I decided, because I'm a selfish motherfucker with the imagination of a dog shit (but I don't smell as nice) that I'm gonna do the wish-list thing that Tuss started.

There's some rules with this, post some up yourself if you want to, or help the wishes of others come true if you're somehow nice and in a position to help. This is my list.

- Catgirls!
I wouldn't do much with them but they'd be cool to have around the house.
- AMG SL55.
If you bought me an SL65 I wouldn't feel short-changed either.
- DJ-friendly laptop.
So I can bring my fucking mixing to some fucking people, possibly while they're fucking.
- Bigger boobs.
Because I want to jiggle where it's cool to be jiggly.
- Sod it.
Might as well get the face done too.
- You know what?
Lets just go the whole nine yards and turn me right into my fursona.
- Many drugs.
To change my personality. The one I have is broken, and it's holding me back in life.
- A shit-ton of cash.
Would be nice too. I've conservatively estimated half a million to get my life back on track to a reasonable degree.
- A cup of Rosie.
If I got all of the above, I'd be cool. Look, I've only listed nine things, not ten, because I'm reasonable and not really selfish.




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Status update on my life, for those that care, or just have nothing better to do than to idly read the crap I type into a text box on a furry art community website when I should be sleeping, or working, or doing any fucking thing other than this *inhale* is, in golf terms:

BUNKER


I'm near the green! I'm nearly there. If I hit the ball well and explode the sand, I could be on for a nice birdie. However, if I don't get a job soon, I could be hacking away to nothing, end up with a triple bogey, or having thrown my whole life away, depending on whether you're looking at the analogy or the reality. Oh, and there's a flag stuck in the hole.