Tuesday, January 24, 2006

reason no. 3,478 why this girly thing is just a sham. You know that thing they tell you to do with perfume? Spray it into the air and walk through the 'cloud'? Supposedly, this leaves you with just the right amount of fragrance on your skin, though I bet it has more to do with a roomful of cosmetic marketers rife with giggles. "Let's use the word cloud!" "Oooh!" "Yes, I do like that better than creeping fog of smell." Anyhow. I went to walk through my cloud this morning, but apparently lacked a concrete sense of where the atomizer was pointing. Yeah. I sprayed it directly into my eyes. It's because I have these short penguin-flipperesque arms. I step into the cloud unless I duck.  And I didn't duck. Not to mention that I just referred to two separate birds in this paragraph. It only stung for a moment, and now my corneas are lemon fresh. And I'm not afraid to tell you that this was more than a little appealing. Who knows how they smelled before? I am a sick, sick woman. 7:08:05 AM    well, yes, but...  []

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