Last night’s dream: I was joking on the internet that Jason Momoa is my parasocial bff. I said he should tell me when he’s going to be in Chicago so we can hang out and get matching best friend tattoos, like where we each have half of a heart, and braid each others’ hair – even though that meant I could never wash my hair again. “Not in a weird way or anything, just because he’s such a cool guy.” Jason Momoa was like “Yeah, let’s do it bro!” So we did.
My best friend Jason Momoa is such a cool guy.