We all have our Christmas Wish Lists - expensive gadgets, even more expensive designer bags, a wardrobe to warrant Miranda Priestley's approval. But my Catholic Guilt has gotten the best of me this year, and I have decided to not want anything store-bought; I will only have a heart open for receiving and accept what comes my way.
But given the chance that Santa appears in front of me ala WestJet Miracle and asks me what I want, here's What I Really Want for Christmas.
To do nothing. To reacquaint myself with my iPod and listen to the songs I want. To rediscover new songs and be able to articulately talk about my music preference. To be able to finally finish 100 Movies in a Year again. To potty train my dog. To sleep more than 12 hours and not feel
2. Find like-minded people who actually get my jokes.
I love my friends. I really do. I may have done such a good job at acquainting myself with people who are so different from me that sometimes I end up in rare moments that I feel like I'm amongst friends but all alone.
I am not trying to be a snowflake here, but sob story aside, I just want someone to laugh at my The Office, New Girl, and Arrested Development jokes, take my hand and journey into the unknown world of Indietronica and Japanese Horror Films, daydream with me about leaving all our money behind to volunteer for UNICEF.
Or I could just get a Tumblr.
"I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything."
— HarukiMurakamiFan (@haruki_tweets) November 29, 2013
3. Tom Hiddleston.
|I need this on my blog.|
5. Okay, I understand I won't get Tom Hiddleston for Christmas OR EVER.
And I wouldn't settle for anything less anyway. But a non-douchebag guy to date is nice, too. He can like theater. He can like Yoga. But he must like dogs. Must like music. Must read books (this coming from dating a guy whose head hurts when he reads books). Must not judge me for eating my feelings away or for huffing and puffing after running 2 miles. Smells like soap or freshly ground coffee beans, optional. Swimmer's body, full head of hair, preferred. Please be pretty. Internet aware. Independent. Can be genius-level IQ but not condescending. Please be a college graduate. Acknowledge the fact that small talk makes me anxious. Believer of Romance. Pure of Heart.
"Find me now. Before someone else does."
— HarukiMurakamiFan (@haruki_tweets) March 15, 2013
|I posted this in 2009, in one of my old blogs, and it still holds true.|
7. Wake up every day with fabulous hair and well-groomed eyebrows.
8. Perfect teeth.
Today, I felt 50 shades of pain in the dentist's chair; I counted. I will never forsake thee, Teeth! Never again.Among Other Things: Tweet every 15 minutes and not be shunned nor frowned upon. Same with selfies. A British accent. Redemption for Loki. A kitchen that cooks breakfast by itself every day. A wider vocabulary. The tenacity of Miranda Priestly. The Bossypants attitude of Tina Fey. Have the stomach strength of a cow. For my allergies to magically disappear. A fabulous gay friend who will help me release the Fashionista trapped inside my body. Coffee that doesn't stain my teeth. THE Ultimate 90s Playlist. Hugs. Lots of it. For my nieces to grow up as gracious and lovely young ladies. True Love.
— Mara Ruiz (@maraisms) December 9, 2013
But if you are so inclined, please donate to UNICEF or The World Food Programme. Not on my behalf but out of the goodness of your heart.
I have so much, so much, to be thankful for this year that I cannot truly ask for more.
Ask yourself: What Do You Really Want for Christmas?
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