Granted. You spend every minute of every day on the Internet. You stop going to work so you lose your job and can't pay the rent. You get evicted and become homeless, thereby losing your Internet at home. I wish it were September 21 (the Friday night before S4 begins.)

Granted, but you inconvieniently died in a car crash on September 20th. I wish people would post more often.

Granted. But now you have so much more to manage that you spend all your time trying to keep up and your Mom takes away your computer, telling you it's time to go outside and get some fresh air or something (oops, I think I was chanelling MY mom!) I wish I didn't have to work tonight.

If she took away my computer. she'd be taking away hers, too. THere's only one. Granted, but you have to work every night after tonight for the rest of eternity. I wish that my bobbin for weaving would wind itself.

Granted. It does, but it tries to eat you in the process. I wish there was a good sushi place in town.

Granted. The sushi is so good that you have to keep eating it and eating it. Then there is a piece of poisonous puffer fish in one and you die 24 hours later. I wish I could find my blacklight pen.

Granted. But you look into it and go blind. I wish I knew where to get extra ink stubs for my blacklight pen.

Granted, but unfortunatly, it's on the other side of the world. (My backlight pen doesn't have a light attached) I wish that popsicle stick jokes were funnier.

Granted. But they're also ruder. (My backlight pen doesn't have a light attached) See, mine is actually a Doctor Who toy (the sonic screwdriver), and the only place I know right now to get an ink refill for it is in the UK. I live in Wisconsin, so I probably won't make it there too soon. I wish I had the authority to make ragweed to extinct (and subsequently have allergy sufferers bow down to me forever).

Granted. But ragweed is an essential link in the earth's ecosystem, and even tho allegery sufferers love you, without ragweed various creatures starve causing other creatures to starve and so forth: the end I wish I could get BFTV's version of You Cant Always Get What You Want out of my head.

Granted. It's replaced by "Barbie Girl" by Aqua. I wish I knew how to bake bread.

granted, that's all you ever make. You make so much bread there is a shortage of yeast and beer fans come after you with baseball bats. I wish I could get to sleep

Granted. You fall asleep and have horrible nightmares about being purused by Nazis. I wish my new puppy would hurry up and learn not to shit in the house. (He Does Go Rug).

I actually would mind puppy shit on the porch less than I mind puppy shit in the house. I'd still have to pick it up, but it wouldn't stain. Um...it's a little warmer because the sun is coming up. You haven't gotten to sleep all night. I wish I didn't have to go the whole way downstairs to let the cat back in.