So Diane, in an email today, mentioned a certain activity that, “…I need to do before I die.” Made me think. Gave me pause. Facing mortality. A grave thought. Makes one prone to writing in sentence fragments.
So, I decided to make a list for myself. You know, figure out some priorities. I’m not old, but life moves pretty fast. And so do girls if you approach them after you sneeze in Central Park, but that’s a whole ‘nother issue.
So, I thought I’d share with you a few of the 346 items I jotted down between my desk and the soda machine. Feel free to share some of your own!
Visit Dublin, Ireland.
Own a piece of property.
Run with scissors in my parents’ house.
Figure out how to upload the UNICEF drunk call as an MP3 file for the Internet’s enjoyment.
Date someone named “Shakira”.
Finally create my T’Pau fan site.
Meet Strong Bad for a Cold One.
Be nice to a kitten.
Rule with an iron fist.
Invent bread.
Put my thang down, flip it, and reverse it.