Pst....

Um.... I want to be straight with you and talk about a very

embarrassing problem.
Be nice.

I won't be offended if you want to skip reading
this one. If you have a weak stomach and all.

I sweat. Yep, I am a sweater.
Tacos... I make them all day.
Some big. Some small. But they are there.
Nasty little buggers.

I can't just go to my closet and pick something out.
I have to think about the weather and how my pits are
going to react with the material. I can't wear somethings.
(Maybe shouldn't is a better word, because I still wear them.
Like the purple shirt I wore two days ago for my university evaluation,
(which I should have known better: I sweat when I get nervous.)
I ended going home at lunch wearing my coat to cover myself.
I changed into a sweater. Sweaters are usually thick enough.)

I have a box of deodorants that I've tried.
(probably a year or twos worth)
Clinical Protection. Good smelling ones. The hard stuff.
You name one, I've tried it I am sure.

And I've give up.
My brand right now is Woman's Degree Clinical Protection
Classic Romance.
I still sweat, but I don't stink as bad.

Friends make secrets.
They usually keep them too.
:)