So I guess you could say that I am addicted to a few things in my life.
Lets use ice cream for an example.
I don’t thing that I have ever turned that heavenly mixture down.
I always accept those calories whenever they are offered to me.
I am also addicted to cracking my knuckles.
I think I have done that at least once a day since the fifth grade.
Ever since Dillon McNamara showed me how much cooler I could be.
(I know that is totally revolting to some people,
but I thoroughly enjoy a good knuckle cracking every now and then.)
I would say that I am addicted to Facebook.
I have checked my account three times today only to find that
I have no new notifications and I just keep looking at the same status updates of
people that I probably should have un-friended years ago.
But this Tuesday I realized that one of my addictions was a problem.
I am addicted to Makeup….BIG TIME!
I finished doing my hair for work I found myself first wondering
where my box of makeup was. I started looking around in my room and after
a couple of minutes to no avail, I looked at the clock it was
was fast approaching and I started freaking out thinking that
I have absolutely no concealer, mascara or foundation on for work,
that was when I really
I tore my room apart looking for it!
I ripped everything out of the cupboard beneath my bathroom sink
still not finding my makeup. I dumped out my suitcase and
started feeling my eyes well up with tears,
thinking I look hideous.
What if someone sees my face?!!?
I ripped my phone out of it’s charger about to call Kylee
and see if I left my make up in Rexburg.
When I suddenly realized that my make up was down stairs.
I ran downstairs and found it exactly where I had left it and
felt a rush of calm come over me when I realized that I was not
about to go out into the world without make up on.