You have a clone of the UN Secretariat, but since it has more than 2,000 members, it has taken over your house--in fact, your whole neighborhood--and you are being charged with disturbing the peace, disorderly conduct, and making silly wishes.
I wish I knew how to get back at people who tell me my writing sucks.
You now have a box big enough for every ink pen ever made in the world ever.... Too bad you were still in the bottom of the box when they dumped them all in there.
Granted. You can be here and on the surface of any planet without a habitable atmosphere at the same time. Not as useful as you'd hoped? Never is around here.
You have a night job. You work from 8 p.m. to 8 a.m. and, with all the chores you have to do during the day, you are lucky if you can catch 3 or 4 hours sleep before going to work again. But hey, you certainly don't need a day job.
I wish I were famous, so that my name would keep coming up on the news shows.
However, in order to do so, it comes to life and takes on the personality of a dead relative (as in the ill-fated sitcom My Mother the Car), and now it talks to you constantly, bitching, shouting, complaining all day and, at night, cursing you from the garage.
Granted. It's a magic parka that protects you from sleet (but not rain, snow or hail) and now that you've tried it on, well, you'll never get it off. It's too bulky to wear anything over, either.
I wish I owned the moon and that it was exempt from property taxes.
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