Je Voudrais

After a little shameless idea pilfering, followed by judicious googling, I have come up with a list.

What Lizbon needs: (according to the bots)

My agenda needs updating.
My process needs a fresh start.
My referendum debate needs more passion.
The Irish rejection of my treaty has sent shockwaves.
Ireland needs to hold a second referendum about me.
I need a drummer.
And the Irish Times, when reporting about me, needs to use new crayons.

If you ask me, on the other hand:

I could use a 46-tooth chainring, rather than the 45-tooth ones I received. No biggie, but it's a preference.
I could use a good roll in the hay with a good bad boy, preferably at least 15 years my junior, with no significant consequences to either party.
I could use a few days at a nice beach, and a small drink with a big paper umbrella on it.
I could use a nice long bike ride, maybe to Coney Island, maybe with the blonde. It's all platonic now, with him, you know. All fine.
I could use to never have to go on another awful, dreadful, ooky, dull, heebie-jeebie inspiring date.

I could use a little candy. A little sugar in my bowl.

"Meow." That last is from Kitwich. Who knows what the hell she wants?