"He is. He tried to do it with me and Poesidon." I said laughing. "He did it and When It weared off I was so mad at him that the last time I babysat him, I made him go to bed at 3:00 in the afternoon." I smiled. "Oh and I'm still on the Justin Bieber thing, His hair is amazing."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses ... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth—reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. — Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)
