i'm poop/ed.
i just spent half an hour in the hygiene aisle (an aside: publix is one of my favorite places in the universe. an idea to make it even better: if each aisle were an isle, and there was row upon splendid row of things that smell/taste good, and it was - of course - always snack time.) picking up tubes of product randomly and deciding to buy them. normally i'm the last person i know to be concerned about cleanliness or my own personal odor (someone would probably tell me if i was getting too offensive), much less actually buying tubes of things to make myself smell like various fruit and/or plant extracts, but this time i felt compelled to at least examine every tube i could get my grubby little paws on.
perhaps on some subconscious level i was hoping that if i went home and made myself smell as sugary sweet as possible some large predator would leap out of the bushes and eat me the next time i walk jazzy.
i'm exhausted :(
next time i'll save myself the half-hour and just pick up some steak sauce.
perhaps on some subconscious level i was hoping that if i went home and made myself smell as sugary sweet as possible some large predator would leap out of the bushes and eat me the next time i walk jazzy.
i'm exhausted :(
next time i'll save myself the half-hour and just pick up some steak sauce.