Granted, but the reason it goes nice and smooth is because you got fired.
I wish I didn't have to do this research paper!
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Granted, but instead you have to stay locked in a basement! (Sorry. Haha)
I wish my OCD sort thing (I haven't been diagnosed with it but I'm pretty sure that's what it is) didn't make me have a fear that everyone I love will die.
Granted, but now you have a very bad depression thing where you want to die. Not fun. >.<
I wish I could finish my novels and get them published.
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
Granted, but the stuff you buy is so old it falls apart the moment after you buy it.
I wish to kiss him. ^_^
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
That seems to be a popular wish. . . . granted, but now you have a ton of time on your hands in which you have absolutely nothing to do.
I wish I could find the constellations we're learning about in astronomy class.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Granted, but because of this you are so awesome your heart stops and you die. Or, since Chuck Norris can't really ever die, you just spend the rest of eternity in a sort of hypersleep.
I wish I had more stars.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Granted-Now you have about a thousand miniature suns floating around in your room, so your house caught on fire and everything in it is destroyed(none of your amily escaped, nor pets.
I wish whoever corrupts this wish dies a horrible death immediately afterward.
If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever. George Orwell
