My dad’s afraid of lima beans.

They slide off his fork.

They make him nervous.



I’m afraid of time.

It shows no signs of stopping.

It's t-10 till I lose my mind.



I want to...

Live to be 131, then go on Antiques Roadshow and ask them what I’m worth.

Own a small children’s book store.

Be bilingual.

Make a documentary.

Have 5 children.

Live in a foreign country.

Make that band.

Have tea with Hugh Grant.

Snowboard in Vermont.

Be a voiceover for a character in a disney movie.

Have a farm with horses and chickens and tractors and things.

Learn to windsurf.

Go to culinary school.

Be able to sing this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rv1Bj8_6ID4

AND this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saOVUX6iiRM&feature=related

Build my own house.

Camp out on the quad.

Go skydiving.

Say what I mean (and mean what I say).

Spend a summer exploring somewhere new (Charleston? Portland? Santa Fe?)

Stop gaping at my grandparents and climb Kilimanjaro! 

Learn to play the piano, well-ish at least.

...I hope somehow I'll get to do it all.


Being scared of succotash would be so much simpler...