Honestly, I don't know if it's the weather or the smell of ripe armpits, despite two showers and four nasty encounters with a deodorant stick turned to pudding by the heat, but I cannot sleep. It's disgusting.
I would melt but I've got (glittered) shit to do. Like shower and fight with Product. And Write. Drivel. To: Creeps. From: Perverts. With Love.
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