Sthucky sthuck.

So what’s your pacifier? Everyone’s got one. When you’re having the shittiest Monday, you just can’t wait to get your hands on your Marlboro Lights. When you’re having a gloomy Sunday, you just can’t wait to get home to your season of House. When you’re Mom’s being a bitch, you can’t wait to get your hands laid on your chocolates. I guess my pacifier is my Dr Love. Ha-ha. But when the Dr Love is the cause of the exasperation, chocolates are good. A season of House is good. Maybe also the Marlboro lights too.

What's yours?