Here’s an example of the perils of being in a long distance relationship:
One day, you needed a hug so bad but you just can’t have any (because he’s freaking living in another continent!) You went apeshit (am beginning to like this expression quite a bit). You decided to be an Emo Kid and engage in self-destructive, heart-attack-inducing behaviors like, oh, I don’t know, having a compulsive need to bake, like, 365 pieces of gingerbread man and making a burger out of a Krispy Kreme Donut?
Then you realized, no one actually gives a shit and they actually thought it’s a really awesome idea.
Well, partly it’s because it really is an awesome idea. Unless it potentially involves blood (i.e., slicing and cutting), and no, menstrual blood doesn’t apply here.
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For other Emo Kids out there,
Here’s your prescription for a coronary attack:
- 1 Krispy Kreme Donut, sliced in half, sideways, buttered and grilled
- 2 thin, crispy strips of bacon
- 1 slice of onion
- 1 cherry tomato, sliced
- 1 slice of cheese
- 1 burger patty
I mean, like, seriously.
You won’t know when comfort food’s gonna kill you.