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Granted; now you're stuck with Czech food. I wish that we had delicious food. And that Loomz would stop eating it all.

--stares in shock-- You get a spork in your side. *inserts allerygsporks*

Granted, but then they turn into SPORKS! and your efforts are thwarted. I wish that creepers in Prague would go away.

You get lethargy. *inserts nagging* :P

Granted, but then they come back and ATTACK you with spoons. I wish that I knew my Honors Choir songs I'll be performing later this week. >>

You get a whooooole lot of posts. *inserts a rainbow*

D: Granted, but you're terrible at it. I wish that... I could go climb a tree right now.

You get silliness. *inserts Lumi's doggy that loves me better*

You get nauseous. *inserts parkour*

Enablerhawk. :P

You get Belle and Sebastian (who I'm seeing later this year (:< ) *inserts rockabilly*

Granted, but it loves me more. I wish that I wasn't so lazy. I should go make dinner.

Old and crotchety. Meanie.

You get disappointment. *inserts ska*

Obscure T-shirted, tight black skinny jeans, skateboarding shoes when you don't know how to skateboard (or high-top Converse), checkered, fringed scarf, overly large cheetah print glasses, black sweat