When I grow up, I want to:

• be taller. (It's standard.)
  
• buy things from Mean Fish design for my abode.
  
• have elegant chic, or something.
  
• be owned by a cat.
  
• meet friends for yuppie ventures like long coffee breaks and dinners in obscure little foreign restaurants.
  
• not work 9-til-5.
  
• know what I want.
  
• not live in the suburbs.
  
• be comfortable.

I have an image of an apartment, tiled floors, carpeting, interesting mis-matched furniture, but not in that thrift store way, just in that eclectic way. A nice kitchen - I can't live with a scungy kitchen - and me, drinking coffee, reading the paper, cat wrapped around my ankles and sunshine coming in the window. Cozy, comfortable... me.

But I don't particularly want to grow up.