nekare

So on last Wednesday, because life is like that, while my boss was behind me, I pulled up firefox instead of mail, right on the tab in which John is about to fuck Sherlock over the back of a couch with gun cleaning oil. SIGH. 

I don't think he registered much other than text lines, but still, so mortifying. I hope work gets to normal soon and I can stop reading porn and playing words with friends obsessively all day long.