I keep trying to make myself vacuum, but even if I wear headphones the idea of doing anything that loud is making me cringe.

My brain is mad at me for not accomplishing more. Do more stuff! Clean! Make things! My brain somehow fails to understand that weather is trying to explode said brain out of the back of my skull.

We were wise enough not so sing our version of Phantom of the Opera in class. But I know for a fact that several 40 & 50 year olds have taught their children to sing, "In sleep he came on me; my sheets, he stained..."

Since they discovered they wouldn't suffer consequences for it

Well, that's... gross. Ew.

That profile picture, 😆

Happy birthday, and also that song ends up in my head at least monthly, because y'know what? It's freaking good.

Same. And someone reposted mine with Spike, who I also love. On the whole, it's harder to find a vampire I DON'T like than one I like; I like most of them.

I haven't clicked through yet, but did the booze lobby pay for the study? 🤔

Also, I realize it was necessary, to make this effect work. But my literal ass has always wondered why there were medicine cabinets in a public restroom.