Moving from needs to wants (and fears, knows, and smells)

I had so much fun with the "Anna needs" search that I expanded the experiment.  In addition to what I need, I peered into the Google crystal ball and learned what I want, fear, know, and smell.  The following are the choicest gems from my exploration:

Anna wants...

a cape, people!

to be forced to go to her sessions and experience herself.

to see sparks fly once in awhile.

Colin Farrell. 

the world to be just like Google.

Anna fears...

she is becoming indifferent to Curtis.

that the breakdown of language signifies the onslaught of psychic degradation.

  

Anna knows...

what the mask is for.

what it means to follow your dreams.

that she has the right to rest in peace.

Anna smells...

a rabbit.

better- much better!

the morning of the tragedy.  And it smells like chicken, in case you are wondering.

like butterflies.

As for original thoughts go, my mind is a Tilt-A-Whirl from the start of school.  8th graders are a rare breed; mutants caught in the wire between childhood and tweendom.  And 8th graders make-up about 92% of my daily social interactions.  It's no longer about me; it's about the Jonas Brothers and skate shoes.  

Every day is tainted by my longing for Miles, even the happiest of times.  I miss him so much- it hurts... maybe too much to write about because I don't want to dwell on returning to work.  This will be my last entry where I play Eyore to your Pooh Bear.  Going back had to happen; it's my turn to bring home the Bacon Bits.