Candy pieces dance around in front of your eyes as you drift off to sleep every night.
You know which levels are the hard ones because of the sheer amount of people complaining about them (30, 35, 65. 97, and 98).
That damn. Last. JELLY.
You know which of your friends are slackers at work, and/or have too much free time on their hands, by their response times to your life requests and episode unlock requests.
Thinking about chocolate bars makes you clench your fists in anger and frustration.
You regularly scroll forward to see who's ahead of you. You regard those who are like 45 levels ahead of you with a mixture of awe ("I'm not worthy!"), envy ("Man, I wish I had that...
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