My wish for today is for that katana I've been dying to get. Apparently we made it through the apocalypse scare of the 21st, but I still want to go all Michonne and slice up everything I see with a cool sword. Well, everything minus my extremities... I am terribly accident prone and whacking through my leg probably wouldn't surprise anyone. I have a feeling my family would talk to me like the kid from Christmas Story with the Red Rider BB Gun. I can hear them now, "You'll cut your leg off with that thing!" And just like in the story, I probably would. At least it'd be a clean slice, I imagine if they got me to the ER before I bled out they could probably reattach.
Niiiice. Already I'm planning on how to reattach limbs that I cut off, yet I still want a katana. Yes, I have the mind of a twelve year old at times.