This is how I feel when I decide to make good choices in eating but then my roommate makes brownies:
This is how I feel when I let someone use my paintbrushes and I see them trying to clean them:
This is how I feel when I make my salsa too hot but try to hide it to protect my reputation:
This is how I feel when I'm playing an online game and the lag finally clears:
This is how I feel when I bring Cold Stone to Reeder:
This is how I feel when it's both payday and plasma day:
This is how I feel when I think I should dance but remind myself that I'm terrible at dancing:







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