my subconscious hates me
I had a dream last night that Russel Crowe and I were sitting around this old style type diner talking about breakfast cereal. I had Russel Crowe circa Gladiator in my dream and we were talking about breakfast cereal. Breakfast cereal. Holly crap, I'm old.
For what it's worth, my subconscious thinks he's a Fibre One guy.
For what it's worth, my subconscious thinks he's a Fibre One guy.