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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Chapped lips.





Not from kissing. Nope. I wish my lips were chapped from kissing some dream boat dude.

You know that rash on the chin and the chapped face of a sisxteen year old girl in love. I'd take that any day.. because there is always a certain air of bliss around that face destruction... But, my lips, no.. not the case. They are chapped from not drinking enough water, dry air, and winter.

That's that story. And don't go trying to kiss me because I said I wished they were chapped from kissing. That would be awfully presumptuous of you, now wouldn't it.

Then I keep licking them.. and they get worse. So sad.

Tis the season.

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