Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Ma Mouf Is Nummmm

How can someone be addicted to someting so silly?! It's the crunch, the coldness, the white parts of that piece of ice that I look foward every morning when I wake up. A year ago I would just get a cup of ice at the bar so I wouldn't get tipsy, now it's an every hour thing! I can't wait to go to the dentist to be yelled at because my pearly whites are craked up! Are there any cures for an obsessed ice eater?