vintage me, center front
Hello world, I am twenty-five and three-quarters years old and I remember when stamps were twenty-five cents. Leo was a dream boat. The Internet was a new thing. Walkmans were super cool. Cordless phones were a luxury. And candy from the vending machine definitely did not cost a whole freakin' dollar.
In fact, I remember a month ago when candy from the vending machine was a mere ninety cents. What is with the new price hike? Does this have something to do with the oil spill? Because if it does, maybe I should rethink eating candy from the vending machine altogether...
Because seriously people, we're talking about peanut M&M's here! The cure to all my bad moods. The Rhoda to my Mary. The (relatively) caffeine-free mid-afternoon pick-me-up that I save my nickels for weeks to enjoy! And now it's a whole dollar! For some reason it is much more difficult for me to justify splurging empty calories at the cost of a whole dollar. Ninety cents? No problem. But I draw the line at a dollar. I mean really, a girl has got to have some standards.
And if you're wondering whether or not your seventy-five cents is well spent on a package of mini fudge stripe cookies I will tell you right now that it is not. I'm sorry my friends, but nothing can replace the crunchy, not-too-sweet goodness of peanut M&M's. Especially when they've been slightly chilling behind the plexi-glass window. (Or is it perhaps real glass?) (How is one to know for sure?)
But is anything better than cold chocolate? I submit that there is not.