I swear to god when my alarm went off this morning I immediately woke up to the chorus of Love Stinks.
How appropriate. How obnoxious.
I’m going to pop a few Ativans and soak in the bath tub and return to this when I recover from my inevitable foray into casual sex, illicit drugs and expensive alcohol. Until then, well, jump to your own conclusions. They’re obvious and just as inevitable as my exciting downward spiral.