I am coming clean.
I have the most terrible little habit. I have tried, and failed just as many times, to eliminate this sloppy practice, but I cannot.
I am the most messy tooth-brusher. It's a shame that there is a mirror right above the sink because I am forced to behold the terrible drooling nightmare that is me brushing those pearly(almost)whites. No matter how I try, no matter how tightly I force my jaw closed, that foaming minty substance always seems to find it's way out of my mouth, and onto my face. It particularly enjoys its stay on my chin, where, even when I spit directly into the sink, it always manages to stick. This is disgusting, I know, but I couldn't help noticing.
I also should note that my favorite toothpaste is called "EXTREME HERBAL MINT". I couldn't think of two better words than, "extreme," and, "herbal," to describe the way I look while brushing my teeth.
I must apologize if you are extremely grossed out or feel a great aversion to me now. Perhaps this should not have been posted or ever mentioned. However, if you are serious about any sort of friendship with me you must know by know that I do not provide any modesty when it comes to "gross" matters such as these. Tonight, these are my thoughts.
I am coming clean.
3 comments:
This reminds me of the time that I went to the band camp bonfire my freshman year, and somebody got up and compared some band experience to getting toothpaste in your eye. Apparently, it's annoying, but kinda cool once you think about it. Or something dumb like that.
And then, that night, I was talking to you as you were brushing your teeth, and you screamed in agony because you got toothpaste in your eye! It was not pleasant for you.
I thought from then on that the boy's analogy was horrible.
Thanks CeeCee. You ruined my breakfast. Haha
I'm obsessed with you. And I do NOT retract my statement about wanting to marry you if I were a man.
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