Have I mentioned how obsessed I am with Sour Patch Kids? If there was a support group, people who care for me could very well stage an intervention and encourage me to get the help I need. Seriously, this very moment I have begun to fantasy about them and my disease is calling within to run off to Duane Reade and buy a bag..or 10. I’m attempting to resist (I think I’m feeling strong today) but usually, the sour patch kids win.
Just to give you an idea of how serious I am:
(The scene: chatting away the day with my friend Geraldine)
me: I need chapstick and sour kids. make it happen
Geraldine: Sorry, but I’ve eat all sour kids that come my way
me: RAR Couldn’t save my like 100? I’m not asking for much. Just sweet and sour magic
Geraldine: I just can’t help myself. I murder them every time I see them
I’m like the zodiac killer for sour patch children role playing eating them
me: I prefer to take them back very ala Hanibal Lector. Or I just kidnap them and slowly torture them to death.
I have officially gone off the deep end. Off to Duane Reade! Or maybe I’ll just get my jaw wired shut…