The Day of Thunder

Half the time in those kinds of dreams, it's not so much ~A~ face as a familiar face that feels off. Like Cookie Monster with too wide of a grin and the cookies are made of people.

Being the children of the Heavens and Destiny...

If I'm going to be Destiny's Child, I sure wish I could sing better, or at least play an instrument... Eh, I suppose I could get by as a backup singer for Bootylicious.

I mean, we could all be crazy. That's a distinct possibility. Not that I mind; If I'm crazy, I may as well be having fun with the other crazies.