honestly, this might be weird, but i was just reading up on addictions to chewing ice and it is simply magical that there are people out there just like me. seriously, i work at starbucks and chew ice secretly all day. i prepare my ice specially, scooping it from the ice bin and then pouring boiling water over it so that it is nice and soft. my favourite ice is the kind that is right at the bottom of the ice bin, kinda melty. plus i started making my own in the freezer. the best are when you fill the little cube holders half way and then waiting a bit - till only the outside is frozen and the centre is just cold water. so delish. and yet, so freaking weird. it seriously is taking over. i always finish off brooke's ice cubes in his drinks. tonight we went out for dinner and i preferred ice cubes to a nice glass of cab sav. what is wrong with me? i LOVE chewing ice. really love it. to the point of crazyness. and it definitely has developed into an addiction. i cannot go a day at work without it. and guess what i am doing right now? eating an ice cube while waiting for my special ones to freeze.
clearly there is something wrong with me.
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