It’s possible that I really am reverting to a tween. Not only am I zitty and sassy, I couldn’t resist buying myself some flavored lip smackers that I found in the clearance section at the grocery store.
Root beer, Cherry, and Black Cherry Vanilla. (I’m, like, so bummed that two of them have a hint of cherry. Why couldn’t one of them been, like, Dr. Pepper, ya know?)
But it was only $2.49 on sale! They were practically giving them away. I have no idea what the original price was, but who cares! It said it was on sale!
What’s next? Am I going to start playing High School Musical on a loop and pretending that the pillow that I’m kissing is Zac Efron? Am I going to start dreaming of being just like with Hannah Montana? Am I going to go into mourning now that there won’t be anymore episodes of Zoey 101?
I have NO comment as to how I even know anything at all about Zac Efron or Hannah Montana or Zoey 101. Just shut up, okay? Seriously!
I heart Zac but my lust lies with Corbon.
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