aikaterine

I had a dream Friday night that even though I am going to Ireland in less than a month to see a guy who I claim is the love of my life...despite that, I went and nearly slept with one of my staff writers when I was wasted and high. Then, in this dream, we went back to his house at 7 a.m., smoked another bowl and passed out on his bed together.

Oh, wait. I wasn't dreaming.

I would never admit how much this sucks to anyone's face. I am a dolt.