I want a beer and a boy.

I don't want much in life.

I'm not super greedy. Despite the sarcasm that runs rampant on this blog, I don't really think I should be filthy rich, or have an amazing job, or be worshipped as a deity. I know I'm not entitled to those things. (Yet.)

Right now, my wants are very simple.

I want a beer.

But I can't have one, 'cause they're gluteny.

And I want a boy.

But I can't have one.

Apparently.