Yesterday someone in our office got really frikkin' hardcore on a courier and it obviously stayed with me because I dreamt about her last night. Normally if I dream about a woman it's someone famous and we're doing something fun, like having cake with Gwen Stefani or interviewing Mariah, not being shouted at by someone in the office. :0(
She told me, 'You think you're so clever and so above everyone. Well guess what? You're not and you need to stop laughing at everyone because it's really fucking (can I swear on here without making it an adult blog?) annoying!' I was humiliated and scooted back to my desk.
Then I dreamt about Attitude magazine and that it had turned into a coffee table book with loads of pictures and hardly any copy. My old boss still did the cover interview and it still rankled with me. (What does 'rankle' even mean? Answers on the back of a postcard.)
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