So I had a dream last night about Krysten Ritter.  A sex dream.  Well, except there wasn’t actually sex.  But it felt like a sex dream (And who doesn’t like hearing about other people’s dreams?  Oh right, everyone.  Well tough, it’s my blog, so you’re gonna!).  You’ve had those, right?  I remember once I had one about a coworker and all we did in the dream was play cards but it felt like a sex dream so I could not look her in the eyes for like the next two days.  This at least makes more sense for feeling like one.  I was at the grocery store with a friend trying to find something for dinner and I found some pork loins that didn’t have a price (and I know, pork loins!  I am onto you brain!) so I asked a guy there how much they were.  He said that he had to go check.  So I was leaning against the case waiting when Krysten Ritter came up to me and was clearly going to play make out chicken to see if she could make me uncomfortable.  But I was on to her so when she leaned in I just pulled her in closer and we made out.  Then the guy came back and told me the pork loins had no price because they were free.  So I stopped making out with her and went home to make dinner.  So yeah, I am a huge nerd who was more interested in getting a good deal on meat than continuing to make out with someone.  There are layers there I may not want to examine.  In other news I did finally finish all of Don’t Trust the B- in Apartment 23 last week.  It stinks cause it was awesome and I miss it.  I mean, clearly, now I’m having dreams about cast members.  But all of that is why today I want to fuck Krysten Ritter.