Me, wine drunk, net stalking and looking at pics: 'WHY. WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE. GODDAMN I JUST WANT TO MOVE ON. STOP BEING SO F*CKING CUTE'.
Me, days later, stone cold sober: 'Shitsake. 12 pixels MAX in that picture. Gotta stop friggin' drinking. FFS'
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