
i hope i can graduate smoothly.
i hope this summer will be tight.
i hope i can keep in touch with all the SLC frenz.
i hope moving back to SF is the right thing to do.
i hope rachel and my band will kick ass.
i hope i can find out what the fuck i want to do with my life.
i hope i can quit cigarettes.
i hope i can cut another album.
i hope there will be another movement.
i hope i can get my memoir published.
i hope everything works out with dewey.
i hope my family's okay, health-wise and otherwise.
i hope i can support kevin financially in the future.
i hope i can get the fulbright at some point.
i hope i can learn to speak mandarin at some point.
i hope i can get a dog at some point.
i hope i can get into grad school.
i hope my art will actually get somewhere.
i hope obama will publish a book post-presidency about how he was puppeted by the white man.
i hope rachel and paulina don't run off forever. i'll miss them.
i hope all of the boodaydlez of the world will be okay.
i hope jan brewer chokes on her steak and dies.
i hope my life/sex life/overall quality of life hasn't peaked yet.
i hope all of the dudes who deny their queerness will realize it and do something about it before they die.
i hope this stupid blog entry reaches some diety/dude who can actually do something about it.