skittlebrau
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1:14 p.m. - 2005-08-09 I have a fairly inexpensive habit of buying candy to populate a very small candy bowl that I keep on a bookshelf near my desk at work. Sometimes, I go for the good stuff – Dove chocolates in contrasting milk and dark (blue and red wrappers, respectively – and my god! How chocophilic does one need to be in order to know that!?); something from the Treasures oeuvre; bridge mix; et cetera. This week, I went a little crazy, I guess, ‘cause I populated the candy bowl with layers of original and smoothie-flavoured Skittles. (And yes, one coworker noted my layering efforts. I do what I can to make this place more aesthetically pleasing.) Taste the rainbow. While I expected them to last a little longer than the dark chocolate peanut M&Ms (inspired by the latest Star Wars movie, and subtitled – yes, this candy has subtitles – “Join the Dark Side!”), I did not expect 25+ of my coworkers to STOP AND ASK me what these rainbow-coloured candies are. They’re Skittles, for christ’s sakes! Remember Skittles?* In order to help my comrades out and reduce the anxiety produced by Eating Unknown Candy**, I produced a black and white screen cap of the Skittles Sheepboys and taped it below the candy dish. UPROAR FERVOR WHAT THE FUCK? Yes. They’re sheepboys. Taste the Rainbow! Let me amend my opening sentence now. It’s going to be one of those weeks. Trust me. I can tell. ____________________________________________________________ *Today’s apparently a retro day. Consider the following:
me: anal sex is this year’s black **No doubt, this anxiety is rooted deeply in childhood, when “Candy Want. Candy Take. Candy Have.” is translated to “Stranger Danger” and “Candy Get You Killed, Bitch.”
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