Porsche

Love makes us all thrill junkies. When we fall for someone, our dopamine level spikes, and our serotonin, which makes us feel at ease tanks. A person in love has a similiar brain scan to a person who is about to dump her life's savings on a Porsche.


I might as well just go out and admit it: I have an addictive personality.

Second is that I like to make excuses. I tell myself I'll be bigger, and not make excuses but I still do. Even if it's just in my head, it's the same thing.



Actually I think i'd really like a Porsche. Christmas present anyone?