Okay so here's something stupid I did: The past two days I've been having chest pains and I'm hesitating to go to the heart hospital NOT because they may tell me I had a 2nd heart attack but because they might say, "it's stress" and I'll feel like a whiny little bitch. Look around. EVERYONE'S STRESSED!
But don't waste your time trying to convince me to go cuz I finally told Tiff and she's pretty pissed I didn't say anything and I'm taking my stupid little nitro-glycerin pills (that DON'T explode when you throw them at people, imagine my disappointment in that little experiment) and WE'RE GOING. But if he says "stress", I'm gonna go ape-shit.