I am thinking about: If this is what SD wanted me to do - peerrtty sure?!
I want to: Go skydiving and learn guitar - not at the same time of course .
I wish: For financial comfort.
I hear: My kids arguing.
I wonder: How people can be so cruel.
I regret: Nothing really - I am who I am today because of those horrible, selfish, stupid moments in life.
I am: Worried about my children's future.
I dance: Alone - not in front of people, sitting down.
I sing: Also in the car.
I cry: Rarely; usually over something others think I shouldn't be crying about. Things others cry about, I don't. Not sure what's up with that.
I make with my hands: obscene gestures. (thanks for that one SD)
I write: About my experiences. I don't have an imagination.
I confuse: Myself.
I need: A real man. (not really need)
And finally: what was the point of this? Self awareness.

I tag:

Everyone who reads this - does anyone read this?
Rand?
Wackly?
Frankles?
Anyone?