There is nothing in the world like a good shower. Especially one with some good expensive shampoo, and conditioner that smells like vanilla.
I wish I could explain this theory to EVERYONE. Hell, even forgetting the part about the expensive shampoo and the vanilla conditioner, I wish I could pass out pamphlets on street corners explaining the benefit of showers.
What the fuck are you talking about, Helena?
I'll tell you what I'm talking about. This evening, I invited two Java Kids over to my house to meet my new kitty, Sabina A. Sweetpea. For purposes of this journal, I will call them Trevor and Jared. Trevor isn't comebody I've known long, but he seems nice, if a little crazy, and Jared is somebody I've been acquainted with for years, but with whom I have never really had any sort of close friendship or anything.
As a matter of fact, I haven't seen Jared in a good two or three years.
As a matter of fact, I don't think Jared has had a shower since I last saw him.
Okay, let's get something straight: I am NOT the type of person who judges other on their personal sanitary habits. Mine aren't the best either. There have been times in my life (albeit, times when I was running a fever of 103) when I've not showered for a week. There have been times when I have felt like a science experiment. Sometimes I don't even brush my teeth everyday. Okay, so no, I don't have ANY room to condemn Jared for being pretty unclean.
Except that Jared and Trevor left my apartment at 11 PM, and at 1.13 AM, it STILL smells in here. Like unwashed body. Like body oil, like grease, like rotten dandruff. Ever run your fingers through your hair when you haven't washed it in a day or two and you're just off of work, and you can sort of smell an oozy, warmish, bacteria-like scent on your hands? Have you ever been sick and unable to stagger into the shower for maybe a week, and then smelled your hair? Multiply that by about a thousand, and you've got my apartment right now. I've tried everything: opening windows, spraying lilac-scented body spray all around, eating a cinnamon-raisin bagel to give my olfactory nerve something else to think about... Dude, nothing works. Actually being with Jared in the same room was making me feel nauseous, so I had to be sort of rude in getting the two to leave.
I think I need a shower...
Love,
~Helena*
"...a place where she could wash... sh...." --PJ Harvey