|i woke up and my cheek stung!
||[Feb. 4th, 2004|05:49 pm]
Brian Cox, actually
|[||cox makes me feel
|||||tom waits "WHOOOOA ANYWHERE ANYWHERE ANYWHERE I LAY MY HEAD"||]|
I had a crazy dream last night - but that's nothing new
At one point, Cox and I were sitting in some grass, talking.
He was laying on his side, and I was sitting cross legged infront of him
There were other people around, like we were at a BBQ or something.
He's telling a story, and I'm just listening to him.
I interject with something, he baps me on the cheek and says, "Don't interrupt me."
aaaaaand I stop talking
that's the first sign of cox I've had in a while, and I'm sure it directly relates to this bit of cox
since she knows StrykerCox is my weaknes, as is any gruff in vintage military wear and good eyebrows
I'll have to post the examples of the good job the makeup dept did w/ his eyebrows...