I want money. Not enough to be filthy rich, but enough to just not have to work. I know everyone wants this, and I don’t think I’m more deserving than anyone else, but I really just don’t want to work anymore. I’d be perfectly content to have some sort of gorgeous benefactor take care of me for the rest of my days, possibly in exchange for lots of really good sandwich making. And you can take that to mean whatever you’d like, though I really am great in the kitchen.