In another moment of bubble tea weakness, I bought another bubble tea. Jasmine Green, non-latte. Mmmmmm. Non-latte… Actually, it wasn’t so much a moment of weakness, because i’d been planning it for two hours ahead of time, but if I call it a moment, I feel so much less guilty.
Hmmm. I was just going to say that I deserve a bubble tea as a reward for biting my nails less lately (I’ve been biting my nails less lately. In fact, I’ve been barely biting my nails at all.) I started wearing a rubber band (just a plain brown one from the mail room—not a WWJD or Lance Armstrong one) on my wrist so I could snap it every time I caught myself biting my nails, and that really seems to have done the trick. But not long after I started wearing it, I also stopped drinking caffeine and sugar drinks. So it just struck me that possibly the lack of sugar and caffeine is related to my decreased nail-biting!
Either way, with actual fingernails at my disposal again, Fishy will have almost no reason to bruise me anymore. Not that he really needs an excuse…
1 comment:
the rubberband popping reminds me of the aunt from Sordid Lives. have you seen it? now that's gay texas!
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