Granted, but someone took control of the tv station mid-episode and ran episodes of 7th Heaven instead.
I wish I could bake properly.
because memory moves in orbits of absence, because she holds her hands out in the rain, and rain remembers nothing, not even how it became itself. - Las Ruinas del Corazon, Eric Gamalinda
because memory moves in orbits of absence, because she holds her hands out in the rain, and rain remembers nothing, not even how it became itself. - Las Ruinas del Corazon, Eric Gamalinda
Granted ...you become a sweet potato...and everyone wants to eat u...oh my gosh! Ofour run for ur life!!!!AAAAA.......
(just kidding)
I wish I could have a castle.
"A good plot is like a dream.If you dont write down your dream on paper the moment you wake up,the chances are you'll forget it and it'll be gone forever"-Roald Dalh.
Granted, but it's rundown and haunted by ghosts. You can't get it renovated/exorcised because the local repair company and exorcists like the castle that way.
Also.
Granted, but it has nine legs, no tail and an extra eye. And it can't breathe.
Are you sure that it's even a cat...? ;D
I wish I had some baking powder to make cherry almond biscotti with.
because memory moves in orbits of absence, because she holds her hands out in the rain, and rain remembers nothing, not even how it became itself. - Las Ruinas del Corazon, Eric Gamalinda
Granted but now you don't have cherries or almonds.
I wish I was getting straight A's without even trying.
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Granted, but every school is destroyed and you're unable to get a proper job, other than being a hobo. XD
I wish I could finish my novel.
because memory moves in orbits of absence, because she holds her hands out in the rain, and rain remembers nothing, not even how it became itself. - Las Ruinas del Corazon, Eric Gamalinda
Granted, but your computer catches on fire and burns all your paper and pens with it (because they were on the desk with the computer) so you can't write it anyway...and by the time you find somewhere else to write it you forget your ideas.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of
worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to
eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. — JRR Tolkien