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dreamcatchings) wrote2006-02-14 06:37 pm
dreamcatchings) wrote2006-02-14 06:37 pm
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This perfume used to love me.
No, really. We had wonderful, happy times together. Times that will live on in my heart.
Which is why the betrayal of today makes my eyes hurt (and my head). Because today I am allergic to my perfume.
Oh, vile trickery! Horrible, evil fate!
Woe. Woe. Lament. Lament.
*insert melodrama*
Anyway, getting back on with life.
The worst thing is that I can't seem to wash this fucking stuff off. I'll be changing shirts and scrubbing myself when I get home.
No, really. We had wonderful, happy times together. Times that will live on in my heart.
Which is why the betrayal of today makes my eyes hurt (and my head). Because today I am allergic to my perfume.
Oh, vile trickery! Horrible, evil fate!
Woe. Woe. Lament. Lament.
*insert melodrama*
Anyway, getting back on with life.
The worst thing is that I can't seem to wash this fucking stuff off. I'll be changing shirts and scrubbing myself when I get home.