Granted. Your head implodes, instead of exploding. (they are completely different.)
I wish I lived at the edge of the universe.
Granted. The world explodes from trying to rotate at different speeds at once.
I wish that I glowed in the dark, the glow being a blue color.
Granted. They rain on you, and you only.
Now, to finish the corruption, I wish that a travelocity gnome the size of the Statue of Liberty would crash into Citopow's house at meteoritic velocity.