I construct elaborate fantasies about what I imagine the lives of complete strangers are like. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t healthy. On a related note, I think it would be fucking cute if discobiskitz and maccub got married and liveblogged it.