I don't know Karen, can you really steal my title as the Queen of Awkward? Let's not forget... shit I totally just remembered this summer at Gelsons when you said "Edgar, Edgar, Edgar, how could I say Hector I know your name is Edgar. Oh my God, Edgar, Edgar, Edgar."
Over the summer I mos def had a dream in which I was having sex with a coworker from camp, a man whom I was thoroughly unimpressed by in real life. And from the night of that dream to the end of camp, I was so freaked out when I was near him, like it had really happened or at least that he somehow knew we had fornicated in my dream. not a good time had by me...at all.
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You're right, I guess you win.
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