Today at work I was just chillin' and kept getting this sudden whiff of BO like, all the time. I then proceeded to have a panic attack and question my whole existence because WHAT IF I FORGOT TO PUT DEODORANT ON? I nonchalantly smelled myself a couple times to realize I smell like a coconut wonderland, not a stinker. But yet I could still smell it.. until a man comes trotting around the corner all sweaty (and in flip flops, I might add. Did he not see the snow on the ground?) and sure as shiz, my nose became enveloped in a sea of stinky man BO.
I just don't understand how one man can stink up the whole entire front of a restaurant.
If I EVER smell, I hope someone helps a sista out and like hands me a bar of soap or sprays Febreze everytime I walk by until I get the hint because that is not the business.
Speaking of showers, I just could not get mine the right temperature tonight. Either it was so hot it felt like Satan himself was pouring out my shower head or I was swimming in Antarctica. (I heard that showering with cold water is healthier for your hair. Who decided that? A polar bear?) Long story short, I took a quick shower tonight.
On the other hand though, I came into work with a surprise bag of Girl Scout cookies with my name on them. What's better than that? Uh, nothing.
As I was playing Sudoku earlier tonight, I was thinking about cats. (Can you say crazy old lady?) I'm moving into student housing this fall so I can't have a pet and my mom obviously hates me because she won't let me get a cat. What is a Talia supposed to do!?
My little cat and I can be so cute. I'll be riding a bike with a little pink basket holding a tiny kitten meowing and we will be having the time of our lives.
There is a poor cat out there just waiting for me to pick it up so we can ride off into the sunset together.
Or better yet, this pet harness:
This invention is almost as cool as the Forever Lazy. (Yes, I have one of those and yes, they actually do have a butt flap.)
I'm almost 18 and you know what that means? TALIA IS GETTING A TATTOO.
I'm not going to get some big, huge masterpiece because well, my life hasn't even started yet and stereotypical people blah blah blah.. I just want a small semicolon on my hip.
Whaaaat? A semicolon? No, I'm not a crazy English Grammar freak who loves punctuation.(Well I am but..)
My story just isn't over.
taliajune;
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