Everytime i use nair i realize i should have left the door open. What do i forget every time? Any ventilation what so ever.
A woman’s bathroom counter is a fucking minefield for my nostrils. Half of everything there is borderline toxic, while the other half just makes me sneeze.
And yet somehow, I can still go to Best Buy to pick up an HDMI cable and end up olfactorily Pied Piper’d around the store by some delicate angel who smells like she just made love to a bed full of Care Bears and then cleaned up in a bath of unicorn spunk.
It’s in those moments that I realize witchcraft is real.