I will get dressed and drive across town to the local mall JUST to spend 2.79 on a sweet, tasty, gooey, Cinnabon cinnamon roll.
I first noticed the addiction a few months ago when I had to make a tough decision. Clean the kitchen so I could cook dinner for myself, or go to the mall and eat a Cinnabon classic for dinner and buy a box of 6 for 10.99 that would last me a few days at home. Needless to say I drove across town for a Cinnabon fix instead of cleaning my kitchen.
This has happened on more than one occasion.
FTR, I am a 5’9" 155lb 26yo WM. How long can my figure take these “Cinnamon-goo-blasts” without ballooning up? These things must be super high calories.
I need to break the cycle. Are there more people out there like me?
My name is Stinkpalm and I am a Cinnabon addict and I am lost in a sea of retarded sexuality.
Stinkpalm, don’t do it… don’t turn your back on the sweet ooey-gooey goodness that is Cinnabon. I used to take this cinnamon delicacy fop granted, I was a fair-weather friend, only visiting on occasion, when it suited me.
Then one horrible day, I had a craving for a cinnabon, went to the mall, and much to my dismay saw that they were gone. :mad: There are no Cinnabons here anymore. At all. Only cheap imitators. I live 100 miles from the nearest Cinnabon. I can also get Cinnabon when I pass through the Atlanta Airport (but I am usually queasy from flying).
When I was in high school, my mom worked at the mall, next to Cinnabon. I picked her up at work every night. Usually I would sit on a bench outside of her workplace, waiting for her. It got to where the smell of Cinnabon made my stomach churn. To this day I get queasy passing by one. If you’re serious about kicking the habit, you might force yourself to sit outside Cinnabon for an hour a day for a couple of weeks.
Nah, nah, nah. It ain’t the Cinnabons that get me, it’s the Mochalatta’s they have. Now THAT I will drive across town for, and do… even though they’re ridiculously expensive.
::sigh:: such wonderful memories of Cinnabon have I … I met the sweetest man there once upon a time.
I would definitely give my soul for a Cinnabon. Well, maybe a fiver instead. But the sentiment is the same.
ooooh…almost forgot about the Mochalattas! I think if I won the lottery I’d have to buy a Cinnabon chain and have them build an addition in my kitchen. Fully staffed of course, with sweet young things. My oh my.