not sure if i need sex, sleep, or to punch someone in the face.
Is it just me, or did we used to have normal-smelling shampoos before? Everything was strawberry, and peppermint, and citrus. Nice, normal things.
Now I pick a bottle up and it’s like DEW GATHERED BY MONKS FROM THE HIMALAYA MOUNTAINS MIXED WITH A ROOT OF AN ASNCLSCHBK PLANT THAT GROWS ONLY IN AN OBSCURE VILLAGE IN AMAZONIA, WITH A DASH OF MAGICAL BERRIES FROM NARNIA TO GIVE YOUR HAIR VOLUME.
AND IT STILL SMELLS LIKE CITRUS TO ME.
|Me during the entire months of summer:||sleep, eat, television, video games, don't see sunlight for 3 days|
|Everyone else in one day of summer:||went to the moon, fell in love, traveled to france, met obama, kissed lance bass, starred in a porn, got a tattoo, rode a giraffe|
me liking your selfie could either mean “that’s a nice picture friend” or “i want to bend you over a table” but you’ll never know
I’m bored as shit.
Someone needs to come over and have an adventure with me.