somewhere in a parallel universe...

...I'm sure I'm hispanic. That's why in this universe I sometimes get undeniable cravings for salsa music and spicy food and wish I had a beautiful dark complexion.

I think I would've fit right in during the 1930s and 40s. The early to mid-60s might have been a good time for me, too.

I need to go to Chicago more often. Like, on a regular basis. It's three hours away, and yet the last time I went was my sophomore year of college to see Wicked. Now I have a wonderful reason to visit...I have a friend out there doing improv and, oh yeah, did I mention it's THREE HOURS AWAY?! I need to get on that.

I would really like to go to Disney World and Disneyland. Anyone want to go? Cuz I'm pretty sure I can score a couple of free passes. Please have a game plan ready, because I have never been there and I am depending on you to show me all the best stuff. Keep in mind that I have the same interests as a 12-year-old when it comes to entertainment.

I've realized recently that I have terrifying, bad, troubling, or weird dreams more often than I have good ones. Is that because my life is so good that my dreams feel a need to balance things out, or do I just have a sick subconscious?

I wonder if I'll ever actually get married. I feel like it's one of those things we all assume will happen to us. But there's never any guarantee.

I wonder how old I'm going to have to be to actually feel like an adult. I kind of hope I never find out.

I think it would be really funny if someday I have kids that look like carbon copies of me, because I don't look like anyone else in my family.

Do you remember looking in the mirror when you were little and wondering what you'd look like when you grew up? Sometimes I catch myself doing that now, and then I think, "Oh! I guess this is it!"

I love the sound of rain. It makes me happy.

I wonder what my life will amount to by the time I've finished it.

What if we had local paparazzi? Who would be on the cover of the magazines every week, and would I ever end up on one of those "Who Wore It Best" pages?

If I ever have a disgusting amount of money, I will spend part of it on having someone on call to give me massages.

I wish I had a soundtrack to my life that everyone else around me could hear.

I need to figure out what I did with all my Brad Paisley CDs.

I need to get back to work.