If ever I stray.
I am prone to phases of the following:
Sounding like a miserable bastard.
Reblogging pictures of sexy ladies.
Moaning about going to work.
Eating nothing but crap (ie sweets, chocolate, toast at every hour) for weeks on end.

This is my Tumblr. It isn't all that much more interesting than that.

In fact:

As much as I love the idea of that Emotional Baggage Check thing, imagine if /b/ ever got hold of it? There’s actually some pretty depressed people on here…