This the jam right here, been stuck in my head all week.
This I understand might come off as some subliminal, indirect message, trust me - it's not. I'm just stuck at home sick as about a dying dog, and pandora has played these songs as I moan in pain.
The times I've let out vaguely sexual sounds as I finally reach my bed after "doing things" (feeding Lily, getting tissues, changing my socks) must seem really dubious to the people living downstairs. Oh well, I don't judge them for their horrible 80's latin pop.
Also, the amount of times I scared people off on the trax due to my vicious, aggressive sneezes.
I want someone to hug me.
But only if you're wearing scrubs and a medical mask 'cause I am CONTAGIOUS (that's possibly the worst word to make huge).
I would post a picture but, I like you so I'll post a gif instead: