I feel like hell today and I don't know why.
Last night, I dreamed that I was chatting up Cuba Gooding, Jr. so he would give Keanu my phone number.
My subconcious is so bold..."Denzel Washington? I just don't see it in him, but you, Cuba...YOU are the man. So you'll tell him to call me, right?..." SHAMELESS, I tell you.
I have to find a new book to read because I've finished Ecstasy Club.
I ran a few quick google searches for some Keanu content to post today. "Keanu" and "politics" didn't yield anything of worth. "Keanu" and "reading" did give up a numerology reading, so if you're into that kind of stuff, check it out.