I had the weirdest dream ever, and I'm not kidding. Last night, I dreamed that everyone thought that I was this crazy serial killer called The Black Widow who lured college boys up to her dorm room by leaving them personalized messages on pennies, had sex with them multiple times, and murdered them. You know what the funniest part was? I WAS THE BLACK WIDOW. But my diabolical pattern was subverted by a guy who didn't even want to make out with me, let alone sleep with me. Obviously, I couldn't murder him, then, which actually turned out to be a very good thing because my roommate had suspected me of being the serial killer, and when the boy walked out of my room alive and kicking, she changed her mind.
Analyze away, Freud.
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