Is it weird that I'm blogging about my love of a face cleanser? Good, I didn't think it was weird either. I washed my face with this today. And yesterday. And the day before. Every day for the last week. I always forget how great it makes my face feel. All cool and tingly and CLEAN! You know that your face is clean when it tingles. That's fo sho. Plus, it smells really good. If your computer had a scent factor, I would let you smell it, but it doesn't, so you can come to my house or go buy some. May I suggest the latter, as you will then have your own tingly face.
(On a side note, if we can use our phones to track the sales of girl scout cookies and make light saber noises, why can't we smell things through our compies? Steve Jobs, I think I just figured out your next project.)
ps. I did not draw this. I stole it from a Hyperbole and a Half, although since I just told you where I got it, it's not actually stealing.
But, yes. I have to clean ALL OF THE THINGS today. My room has become a sordid waste land of laundry and trash. I think I've mentioned before that I'm busy, stressed, sleep deprived? Anything ringin' a bell? Well, to be perfectly honest with you, the first thing to go when I become so stressed, tired, and sleep deprived is the cleanliness of my dormitorio (that's espanol for bedroom). So, today, I have to do the laundry, take out the trash, change my bedsheets, dust, and water ALL of the plants. Big time cleaning that I have to do.
when i was younger, there was a rule in my house: no writing on your hands. did i always follow this rule? *no* i would just scrub my hands really hard before i went home. when i forgot to wash off the evidence, my punishment was extra chores. sadly, this rule didn't do what my mother hoped it would. i do write on my hands. i'll go clean the bathroom now.
I believe in a thing called love, just listen to the rhythm of my heart. There's a chance we can make it now, we'll be rockin' till the sun goes down. I believe in a thing called love, oooooooooooooh!
GUITAR!