Whenever I do crown molding I can never get the corners to match up quite right.
I guess I have coping issues.
Whenever I get stressed out I cut shapes out of wood with my jigsaw...
A jigsaw is a great coping mechanism.
Whenever I go to a sauna, I must have the whole thing to my self...
I have selfish steam issues.
I used to have a girlfriend who, whenever she had a bad headache, would go into the cupboard, find my oats I'd normally eat for breakfast and then throw them in the garbage.
Apparently she couldn't cope with my grains.
I must clean this damp and dark place.
I must break the mold.
I am tired of molding all these clay without any results..
I need a brick.
I like my food like I like my coping mechanisms.