All Growed Up
I usually hate hearing about people’s dreams, but this was perfect, so bear with me.
In my dream, I fell in love with a brilliant Mark Zuckerberg-esque CEO, who also offered me a job that came with housing.
When I got to the housing, I found out it was a dorm room with four young guys, where I had to sleep on the floor. I was like “Oh, my boyfriend is testing me and my dedication to him and the company!”
Then I thought “Hey, you’re a grown-ass woman. You can rent your own place.”
Then I thought “You’re a grown-ass woman. You don’t need a boyfriend who tests your dedication.”
So I left.