
Having long hair is becoming inconvenient. Last week, I bent down to smell the sauce that was simmering on the stove, and the sauce smelled fucking
awful! Because what I was actually smelling was my hair, caught in the burner. (No aesthetic damage was done, but the kitchen smelled like burning hair the rest of the night). Just now, I felt something uncharacteristically hot in my cleavage. I looked down, and it was a lock of my own hair. Why was my hair both burning hot, and wet? Why, because it had just been in the cup of coffee I was carrying. Gross.
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