Scabs are things to be picked at and picked at until they bleed or finally disappear.
Two words: brownie mixes.
I still feel compelled to stay up as late as possible BECAUSE I CAN. Never mind that I feel like crap every morning because of it.
My idea of a good time is riding bikes.
I despise and dread washing my hair. So much effort! So much time! So much having to touch my own hair!
If there is leftover cake in the house, you know what I'm having for breakfast each day until it's gone.