It’s physically impossible.
I just wish I could figure out what’s causing my weird ass cravings.
Like PEPSI. I’m drinking fucking PEPSI.
I’m a Coke girl. Always have been, always will be. So you can imagine my shock and confusion. And J’s pissiness about all his soda disappearing.
Then, there’s the salt.
It’s so bad, I think I need a salt lick.
There’s a few other things, but I’m watching the “Smile Time” episode of AtS, and well, Puppet Angel is way more interesting than my obsession over my new dietary needs.