Ain't no perks to being Eminem's bitch, yo

When I woke up yesterday, I lay in bed for a bit and pondered the dream I'd just had.

My dream took place at the office, which was disturbingly also my home. I lived and worked in that home with my boyfriend Eminem. We made out a lot. We also had a cute little thing we'd do from time to time. He'd point out a body part, and I'd grab a pen and write the first thing that came to mind on said body part.

We were all snuggled up in our cubicle/bedroom and he said, "Yo, Jess" and lifted up his shirt a little and pointed at his stomach. I grabbed a felt tip pen and after planting a kiss on his bare skin (I bet you really loved that visual), I wrote the following Jane's Addiction lyrics:

We saw shadows of the morning light
the shadows of the evening sun
'til the shadows and the light were one

"What's that?" asked Eminem.

"Jane's Addiction."

"You got the CD?"

"Not here."

Eminem suggested we ask around to see if someone had the CD so he could hear the song. I sighed and followed him for awhile and then got whiny.

"Em, why don't you just download it and listen to it on my iPod?"

"Because your iPod is pink." I rolled my eyes. "And those IT guys have all the computers set up so you can't download music."

I've had a long held belief that, even though I adore Eminem's music, I don't think he'd be very much fun to hang out with. I can only assume this dream is my confirmation.