Orbit cinnamint
Okay, so I'm ridiculously addicted to cinnamon gum. Like whoa, really. My mother made a huge mistake in including Orbit Cinnamint in my stocking.
Kicks mint's ass. All mints. Pepper, spear, fresh, winter, etc.
On a (mostly) unrelated note, I hate the phase where you're finished the "oooh cute and finally fucking available... *kiss*" and now you have to subject yourself to inevitable pragmatism, disappointment and/or vulnerability.
Mainly because I'm chickenshit and afraid. And if I call I have to like, worry more than I am. And IM is just tacky most of the time. So I'm stuck.
Meep. Meep, I say!
Kicks mint's ass. All mints. Pepper, spear, fresh, winter, etc.
On a (mostly) unrelated note, I hate the phase where you're finished the "oooh cute and finally fucking available... *kiss*" and now you have to subject yourself to inevitable pragmatism, disappointment and/or vulnerability.
Mainly because I'm chickenshit and afraid. And if I call I have to like, worry more than I am. And IM is just tacky most of the time. So I'm stuck.
Meep. Meep, I say!