Dear Tiny Band-Aids,
You are so tiny and so cute and I like you a lot. Although you have been sitting in the medicine cabinet for a while, I kinda forgot you were there until I got this cut on my nose. But now that I am wearing you, I am so, so happy.
Let me tell you something. Once, when I was a toddler, my brother was holding a box of Band-Aids. I saw the Band-Aids and I wanted them, but he would not let me have them. So I BIT HIM three times right on his back until he was overcome by PAIN and released the Band-Aids to me. I tell you this so you will understand that I take you very, very seriously.
So you see, what we have on our hands here is a girl with a repressed Band-Aid fixation who suddenly has possession of many, many Band-Aids. When worn, they will most certainly lead to insane happiness. HAPPINESS! If one Tiny Band-Aid can make me smile, imagine what TEN would do! Or TWENTY! Or a HUNDRED!!
Right now I am fighting the urge to injure my entire body. I need dangerous activity, and quick. Ice skating? Paintball? Cooking? The possibilites are endless.