dont get all monica on me. too late.

dream i had last night:

so for some god weird ass reason, i was invited to bill clinton’s house to discuss conflict management or something… so i get there and we start meeting a few times a week. ok so he would be really casual in like shorts and a tennis shirt and wed sit on a couch and i was getting these weird jacko vibes… and hillary just happened to never be home when i went… and then he propositioned me… to be the next monica… and hed hit on me. and the whacked out thing: i found him ATTRACTIVE!

then one day hillary came home and bill got all scared and i ran out of the house.
i wanted to vomit in the dream so bad because i was so confused – and grossed out – and freaked.
what the fucking fuck?!