oh how droll.
i ridiculously spent the better part of the morning on Aisle 3.
eyes glazed over at the prospect of better and brighter shampoos. practically sniffing each and every one of them like they were scented cocaine in a bottle.
i finally decided upon the time-honored Breck brand. 'cause, after all, i need to perpetuate the notion of desirable and chaste in 3 minutes flat. rinse and repeat.
i need to break out the Polaroid. the 35mm that's been laying around has a stale odor of false commitment.
at long last, i saw Lost In Translation yesterday. i fully embrace my urban alienation. lock 'n' loll.