I want to do a lot of things.

I want to help a lot of people. I'm over 4 gallons of blood donated, I'd like to hit 20. I'm helping my brother-in-law to get back on his feet after <life happenings>. I'm hopeful I don't have to take care of my dad in a few years, but I will if I have to.

I want to fund a dog rescue. Dogs have done so much for me in my life, and the connection between man and dog is ancient, beyond living memory. Dogs never wanted anything more than to be loved and have a warm place to sleep, and if I would sell my own soul if I could have assurance they would all be cared for.

I want to travel. Japan, Singapore, Ireland, Hong Kong, San Francisco, New Orleans, all on my bucket list. Not really realistic for now though.

I have stupid fantasies about writing a book. I don't know if I'll ever do it, and I doubt it would be any good. I've had plenty of posts where its just... a thought in my head, a song in my heart, and a buzz in my brain, and the words just fall out of my fingers. I want to bottle that up and put it into a package to show people. Not cause I want to be famous or rich of anything but just to be able to bear my soul to anyone willing to look.

I don't know what about my lifestyle seems nice. I'm a sad fucking guy all things considered.