eww
Someone stole Chapstick off of my desk. I mean, seriously. Sometime in the last twenty-four hours, someone sat at my desk and swiped my tube of mostly-gone Chapstick.
I'm turning inside out right now. One, I'm a Chapstick addict. I feel naked and vulnerable without it. I've convinced myself I can feel my lips chapping as I type. Ew. Two, I don't have a backup tube, nor a single tube of lipstick in my purse. Major oversight. Three, who steals a tube of used Chapstick? I mean, honestly?
(Adam made a suggestion that turned me inside out even more; I'll leave you to your imaginations.)
I'm turning inside out right now. One, I'm a Chapstick addict. I feel naked and vulnerable without it. I've convinced myself I can feel my lips chapping as I type. Ew. Two, I don't have a backup tube, nor a single tube of lipstick in my purse. Major oversight. Three, who steals a tube of used Chapstick? I mean, honestly?
(Adam made a suggestion that turned me inside out even more; I'll leave you to your imaginations.)
6 Comments:
Clearly stolen by an adoring fan. Try not to imagine what orifaces it ended up. In. Up in. Get it? yeah...
Ewwwwwwww.
Oh ... sorry. Thought it was a gluestick. Sure stuck like one.
::applauds::
It's one of those people who think that Chapstick addicts
need an intervention. Freaks. If only they knew the
great pleasure of the slight tingle of Blistex Complete
Moisture on agonizingly chapped lips... er, OK, maybe
I'm a little too hooked.
First a senient iPod and now sentient chapstick? I fear.
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