… are chapped lips.
I hate having chapped lips, but I think I must have pissed off some crotchety lip balm god in a previous life because I have been cursed with perpetually parched puckers!
I try and keep myself moist (shame on you! you and your pervy thoughts!) but my lips dry up faster than a 52 oz. Diet Coke in the Sahara.
I am in some serious need of some Burt’s Bees, but Yoshi’s not home for me to steal some from. Yeah, yeah… I *used to* have my own, but I kept losing it, just like I lost my 50 bazillion Chapsticks I got from Costco.
Besides, 90% of the time, Yoshi knows where the Burt’s Bees is. The other 10% of the time, I’ve borrowed it and lost it.
Anyway, I went rifling in Yoshi’s bathroom drawer and had to settle for some Blistex which I’m not fond of, but it beats using regular lipstick as a lip moisturizer, which is what I was doing all day yesterday.
Egad, it looks like I’m auditioning for “Collagen Injections Gone Bad.”
In other news, my exciting acting career has received a huge shot in the lips arm. It shouldn’t shock you in the least that I am in the lead to win the hotly-contested spot as host of that highly-anticipated instructional video “Clown Makeup Application for Dummies.”
UPDATE: Do I seriously have to clarify that I *didn’t* actually get collagen injections and that I’m really *not* an aspiring actress? I thought not.
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