The sad thing about addictions and fandom and obsession is that you feel like you’re the only one. I’ve heard that heroin is the most amazing thing ever, that nothing can compare, not blueberry cheesecake or sex with Ryan Gosling or icy pineapple drinks in the sun.
Whatever, it’s fine, because I have Pinterest! I don’t need heroin, it would never work for me anyway, I don’t like stabbing myself with needles nearly enough. Continue reading “Gonna Have To Face It, I’m Addicted To Pinterest”