Apparently, I just psychically plagiarized my idol, Stephen King. Yet, I am mortified that we both think Bruce Willis is our only hope.
Am I the only one who thinks that “Uruguay” sounds like a medication for people who don’t want to pee as much?
Do you ever wave your hand Jedi-style in front of automatic doors at the supermarket as if you willed them to open? No? Uh… me neither.
The Dark Tower is the Fermat’s Last Theorem of film adaptations. At least that’s what I whisper into my pillow when I cry myself to sleep.
For all you castaways – 815 flies forever. Sixteen tons and I got Lost. This May 23, I raise my forty to those gone, but never forgotten.