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.