Me telling a story to my roommate:
"Last night I had a dream that I was a cancer patient and my wish for the Make a Wish foundation thinger was to meet Martin Freeman...and so I did. And he asked me, "Why the fuck did you want to meet me?" And I told him, "Because you're Martin Fucking Freeman, that's why."....and then I died."
Roommate: "That's horrible."
Me: "No, that's wonderful."









