Go paragliding.
Get married.
Swim with elephants.
Wear a pretend nose ring and a minimum of ten fake tattoos while vacationing in Mexico and drinking strawberry daiquiris by the beach.
Be part of a flash mob.
Learn to surf.
Eat a meal cooked by a celebrity chef.
Live in a character style house and plant a garden filled with peonies, columbines, and white roses, then paint the roses red in full view of the neighbours.
Visit Scotland with my Grandmother.
Dye my hair icy blonde.
Dye my hair lilac purple.
Go on a date to Ikea with the sole purpose of playing hide and seek among the fake living room set ups and PAX wardrobe systems.
Have breakfast at Tiffany's.
Dance on a bar.
Learn to read tarot cards.
Walk through the Vancouver rain on Halloween to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show dressed in fishnets, a fake fur coat, and knee-high boots with a 6-inch heel.
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PoetryA collection of short stories, musings, and poetry. For poetic souls and those who like to analyze stories.
