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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 1:44 am
Granted, but you end up with so many that not only do they surpass the amount of various accounts you have, you also can't remember which one you used for which account.
I wish I wasn't such an extreme procrastinator.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 5:51 pm
Granted. Now you are in a rush to get everything done ASAP. You have a thousand lists of things that need doing and they need doing NOW! You multitask like crazy--putting your bed in the shower so you can shower while you sleep but you CAN't sleep because that would be wasting time you could be using to brush your teeth and organize your inventory and closet and kitchen and weed the garden and the neighbor's garden and save kittens and work in a soup kitchen while you shop for christmas presents and hold down three full-time jobs while working on your double master's degree. You become impatient with yourself and everyone else who is getting in your way. You text and feed the chickens while driving to your italian cooking classes and because you are in such a hurry you don't notice the traffic lights or the police chasing you just before you crash through a barricade and drive through the air and into an alligator infested swamp. You didn't even realize you were in Florida. pft.
I wish my avatar had more cheerleading outfits. emotion_bandaid
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 9:48 pm
Granted, but they're all much too evil and promiscuous for Bandy.
I wish I could sleep better @_@
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 9:10 am
Eep! *puts on a bathrobe*. I will put you to sleep by magically turning you into a baby and singing my lullabies to you even though I can't stay in tune. la la la ahem The itsy-bitsy empty soul Climbed up the water spout Down came the rain And washed the empty soul out Out came the sun And dried up all the rain And the itsy-bitsy empty soul Climbed up the spout again Hush, little empty soul, don't say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird And if that mockingbird won't sing, Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring And if that diamond ring turns brass, Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass And if that looking glass gets broke, Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat And if that billy goat won't pull, Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull And if that cart and bull turn over, Papa's gonna buy you a dog named Rover And if that dog named Rover won't bark Papa's gonna buy you a horse and cart And if that horse and cart fall down, You'll still be the sweetest empty in town. Twinkle, twinkle, little star How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky Twinkle, twinkle, little star How I wonder what you are Scintillate scintillate globule vivific Fain would I fathom your nature specific Loftily poised in the ether capacious Strongly resembling a gem carbonacious Scintillate scintillate globule vivific Fain would I fathom your nature specific When torrid Phoebus removeth his presence, Ceasing to lamp us with fierce incandescense, Then you illumine the regions supernal, Scintillate, scintillate semper nocturnal. When torrid Phoebus removeth his presence, Ceasing to lamp us with fierce incandescense, The traveller on lustreless perigrination, Gratefully hails your minute coruscation, He could not determine his journey’s direction, But for your bright scintillitating protection. The traveller on lustreless perigrination, Gratefully hails your minute coruscation, Lullaby and goodnight, with roses bedight With lilies o'er spread is empty soul's wee bed Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed Lullaby and goodnight, thy gaiafriend's delight Bright angels beside my crazy friend's abide They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my desk They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my desk Rock-a-bye empty soul, in the treetop When the wind blows, the cradle will rock When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall And down will come empty soul, cradle and all Empty soul is drowsing, Cosy and fair. Bandaidd sits near, In her rocking chir. Forward and back, The cradle she swings And though baby sleeps, He hears what she sings. From the high rooftops Down to the sea, No one's as hmmm As Empty soul to me. Wee little fingers, Eyes wide and bright- Now sound asleep, Until morning light. Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles await you when you rise. Sleep, Pretty baby, Do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby. Cares you know not, Therefore sleep, While over you a watch I'll keep. Sleep, Pretty darling, Do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby. Day is done, Gone the sun, From the lake, from the hills, from the sky. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh. Little Soul blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn Where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He's under the haystack, fast asleep. Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly Birds fly over the rainbow Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly Beyond the rainbow Why, oh why, can't I? Toora, loora, loora Toora, loora, li Toora, loora, loora Hush, now, don't you cry Ah, Toora, loora, loora Toora, loora, li Toora, loora, loora It's an Irish lullaby Over in Killarney, many years ago My bandaidd sang this song to me in tones so sweet and low Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way And I'd give the world if she could sing that song to me this day Toora, loora, loora Toora, loora, li Toora, loora, loora Hush, now, don't you cry Ah, Toora, loora, loora Toora, loora, li Toora, loora, loora It's an Irish lullaby Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, Go to sleep my little empty soul. When you wake you shall have All the pretty little horses. Black and bays, dapples, grays, All the pretty little horses. Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, Go to sleep my little emptysoul. Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, Go to sleep my little empty soul. When you wake you shall have All the pretty little horses. Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, Lavender's green When you are king, dilly dilly, I shall be queen Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? 'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so Call up your friends, dilly, dilly Set them to work Some to the plough, dilly dilly, Some to the fork Some to the hay, dilly dilly, Some to thresh corn Whilst you and I, dilly dilly, Keep ourselves warm Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, Lavender's green When you are king, dilly dilly, I shall be queen Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? 'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so. Sleep, empty soul, sleep Your father tends the sheep Your mother shakes the dreamland tree And from it fall sweet dreams for thee Sleep, empty soul, sleep Sleep, empty soul, sleep Our cottage vale is deep The little lamb is on the green With snowy fleece so soft and clean Sleep, empty soul, sleep Sleep, empty soul, sleep Goodnight, my angel Time to close your eyes And save these questions for another day I think I know what you've been asking me I think you know what I've been trying to say I promised I would never leave you And you should always know Wherever you may go No matter where you are I never will be far away Goodnight, empty Now it's time to sleep And still so many things I want to say Remember all the songs you sang for me When we went sailing on an emerald bay And like a boat out on the ocean I'm rocking you to sleep The water's dark And deep inside this ancient heart You'll always be a part of me Goodnight, empty Now it's time to dream And dream how wonderful your life will be Someday your child may cry And if you sing this lullabye Then in your heart There will always be a part of me Someday we'll all be gone But lullabyes go on and on... They never die That's how all us old folks Will be ZzzZZZZzzzzZzZ....
I wish my tumor was gone and my brain was back.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 4:59 pm
Way to go Bandy, you killed this thread. Your tumor is gone and your brain back... but in the fridge.
I wish the weather here was like Camelot.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2016 5:04 am
Granted but you decide not to stay, as it is a silly place.
I wish my car insurance was cheaper crying
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2016 6:28 am
It is, but you have a $10,000.00 deductible gonk
I wish my house could clean itself.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 8:07 pm
Granted, but it deems everyone and everything inside of it to be dirty and thus becomes uninhabitable, lest you find yourself being terminated during a cleaning cycle.
I wish I could make video recordings of my dreams.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 5:03 am
Granted, however you get sued by Disney for copy right infringement and deformation of character to Rapunzel.
I wish I hadn't inadvertently driven down that bus lane in Lewisham! xd
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 12:26 pm
Granted. You crashed into a lake instead.
I wish I could more easily stay focused on my projects. sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 8:02 pm
Granted. You are now so hyper focused that once you begin working on anything it consumes your entire being, making it impossible to so much as eat or sleep until the project is complete.
I wish I could lose some weight.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2018 1:06 am
Granted, you lose weight just thinking about it but you overthink it and get hospitalized for your skeletal size.
I wish the guild were more active..,
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2018 12:58 pm
Granted. Now you've got your hands full with a bunch of snotty little shits that you're 99% certain lied about their age when they applied to join only after seeing them actually post.
I wish rent would stop going up for the same shitty apartment. stare
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2018 8:46 pm
Granted, but since the landlord is not keeping pace with the market, their low profits make it impossible to properly maintain the property, so the apartment gradually becomes shittier until eventually it is condemned.
I wish I could speak another language.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 12:09 am
Granted, you are now fluent in gibberish, but only those snotty kids that lied about their age to get in here can understand you. Too bad you never get a word in edgewise.
I wish I could retire already.
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