You ever have that one thing you just can't give up? Crack addicts, put your hands down. Now's not the time. I mean something that isn't really HORRIBLE to love, but you may be, well, embarrassed if someone finds out. Like, perhaps 28 blog followers and counting. Well, today is the day when such things are exposed. Today, dear Inklings, is the day when you find out my
GUILTY PLEASURES.
1. I am a horrible sucker for the Jonas Brothers. I never was until I saw their concert in eighth grade. Then everything changed. When Joe Jonas walked on that stage clad in ridiculously tight white jeans and sang Burnin' Up, well, let's just say the ten-year-old girls next to me got annoyed by my infatuated hysterical screamings of "JOOOEEEE!!! MARRY ME JOOOEE!! WE DON'T HAVE TO TELL MY BOYFRIEND! TAKE ME!!! TAKE ME, JOEEE!!" ...I bought the CD two days ago. I had to. I *had* to.
2. I am beastly addicted to Nutella. I say beastly because this wild animal inside of me comes roaring out whenever I'm eight feet away from Nutella. I don't know what goes on after the beast comes out, but once I'm back to my human form, I have hazelnut cocoa spread slathered all over my face. What can I say? I slaughter my spread. I can't control it anymore. I'm like Jacob Black whenever my whiny girlfriend dumps me for a vampire. WOLF MODE.
3. I have some interesting things on my Netflix instant playlist. Well, to be specific, I reserved all the seasons of Danny Phantom. Whenever my day gets bad, Danny is there, waiting for me with ghostly 14-year-old arms. His eyes, blue or green...they summon me. I can't help it--when he goes ghost, I must comply.
4. I'm ashamed to say that I am a horrible die-hard fan of chewing the paper of cupcakes. OK, lemme explain. You ever eat a cupcake, a delicious tasty oh my gosh can I have another kinda cupcake? Well, the party doesn't have to end there, kids. In fact, one could say the party has just begun. Because after you eat that cupcake? You still have that wrapper in your hands. And no one's looking...and there's those yummy crumbs in a thin little coating on the bottom with that frosting on the very tips of the cusp of the wrapper...why not just...we'll just take this wrapper up here to this here mouth and...NOMNOMNOM. Seriously, it's delicious. And so what if you swallow some paper by accident? I'm sure someone somewhere does that to help with digestion. Point is, if no one catches you (which someone totally did last time I tried this at a baby shower), then you are set to enjoy sorta disgusting yumminess.
5. I do something else that is a little embarrassing. I plan my wedding. All the time. ALL THE TIME. Seriously, ask me anything. Style of dress? Mermaid with sweetheart cut. Table setting? Floating candles. Rice, birds, butterflies, or bubbles? Bubbles. Eleanor Roosevelt had rice thrown at her wedding. Then some punk threw some and a spec of rice got lodged in her ear and she never got it out. Eleanor was a swell gal, but that is one trait of hers I would never repeat. So, yeah, bubbles.
There you have it! More reasons to call me a Freak in a public setting and me turn around to answer :)
What's YOUR guilty pleasure? Comment! :)
