CHAPSTICK!
I know, I know...that's really pathetic and lame. But it's like a fat kid's love for cake...I just can't help it and I can never have enough. My addiction started as a wee lass. I can't even remember a time when I didn't have some form of chapstick in my left pants pocket. And anyone that knows me can attest to this. I'm also very picky: it HAS to be Chapstick brand, and it has to be some flavor of red or vanilla mint. Why? No clue...I'm just picky and that's the way it's always been.
Why chapstick you say, and not lip gloss, lipstick, or tint? I'm a simple girl, some say. I like what I like, and what I like are the basics. Lip gloss is sticky and usually tastes bad. My mom wears lipstick. And tint has too much ability to spill all over my clothes. So there you go.
I have a love affair with Chapstick, and I'm shouting it to the world!
Keep in mind, however, that I love some things even MORE than chapstick. And if you're one of those things, boy are you lucky. This list includes: Matthew, the CTC, art, blankets, slurshies, and bums. If you're nice to me, maybe you'll get put on this list. But you will never surpass the first two. Try as you might...NEVER, I SAY!
*edit* I thought I lost my chapsticks, and then one day, I reached in my pocked, kind of in the same way a person tries to walk after they've gotten a leg cut off...and I found FOUR...count em, FOUR CHAPSTICKS in my pocket. This is a disease...
3 comments:
I'm impressed that you missed four lumps of hard plastic in your pocket for so long! ;)
They just magically appeared!
If I were stranded on an island and could only have one thing, it would be Chapstick. My love affair began when I was four. All I wanted for my birthday were Band-aids and Chapstick. Ever since, I've loathed chapped lips and must always have some sort of balm with me at all times.
Lanna
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