my slumber last night was punctuated by distrubing sex dreams about my boss. MY BOSS! ick. eww. gross.

the dreams were actually kind of nice, but it’s just the my boss part that’s creeping me out on this cloudy wednesday morning. and it wasn’t really an actual sex dream, it was more an after sex dream. a cuddling, smooching, holding, being intimate dream– really.

even in my dream as were being all smoochy i was saying to myself, “smooth move, fucking your boss.” and in the dream he was saying stuff about how wonderful and yadda, yadda, yadda i am and i just wanted to talk about work.

how much you wanna bet i avoid him like the plague today?