Things to do Before I die …

1. Inflict a violent death upon my computer. Go all Office Space on its ass, because damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

2. Learn what all the fuss is about Girl Scout cookies, ie: what the hell are thin mints?

3. Learn all the lyrics to Rapper's Delight (I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop, a you don't stop the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat...) and then slither around on a karaoke stage in a skanky sequined top, just because.

4. Burn all my journals, and my ....

5. Camp underneath the stars, contemplating life's greatest questions, such as who will pick Squash's bellybutton lint when I am gone.

6. Shave my head and get a cool tattoo on my scalp. Let my mother scream at me about it.

7. Have a slumber party for all my girl friends. Watch Disney movies, dance to the Dirty Dancing soundtrack, pay each other sincere compliments, drink ourselves silly on cosmopolitans and daiquiris.

8. Rent the use of a big well-stocked kitchen for 1 full day. Do my favorite things: chop veggies, play with phyllo pastry, make cheesecake, and freeze enough casseroles. Drink lots of good wine and .....

9. Finish my story, for peace of mind. Seal it in an envelope, and mail it to a fake address.

10. Plant a tree. Spit in the dirt where it grows to leave something of myself behind.

11. Write strongly worded letter to the Bank Loan people to the tune of "Haha you ****ers, just try to get a penny out of me now that I'm dead!"

12. Spend one night dancing in a club, by myself, to say thank you to my body for its usefulness. Request 'It's Not Right, But It's Okay' and dance on speakers for old times' sake.

13. Return to the beach where I grew up all my life and enjoy the sunset with my toes in the ocean; and tell him that even the bad times were good, that I've loved loving him, and that I'll visit him in hell if I get the chance.

14. Hug everyone I've cared for, goose a few when they're all weepy and touched.

15. Cut the electricity and read aloud to him by candlelight. - E. B. White's Stuart Little and Charlotte's Web.

Hope to be remembered that way :).



P.S. I am sure Haritha and Deepthi have smiliar list or may be exactly the same :D