Goya gives me joya.
C'mon! My dream mind couldn't even let me pretend to be a wizard? It's literally the only waking dream I have. I kind of believe I could be a wizard - in real life - if I found the right wand.
After seeing IMAX Tornado Alley, Julie told us all to get ready for tornado dreams. At the time, I didn't believe it, but early this morn I had the dream.
Tornadoes were coming our way and my mom was driving the truck right towards them on the winding mountain roads.
He said, "No."
Which is kind of a bummer when I think about the ironic, beautiful metaphor we could embody; like this little thing just kept getting deeper and wider, bit by bit, and we never understood its power until one day, a trillion years later, we're standing on opposite sides of a grand canyon, thinking That's B.S.
but thus far, I haven't noticed any weird side effects.
G.d. pop boy bands.