Bad Bad
July 18, 2008
Dr. Funk,
Hiding in my mustache
I. Smell. Terrible. Not even like.. unwashed hair, but like I smell like skin. Just sitting here I can smell myself and it’s pungent. I really need to do laundry, I haven’t unpacked my luggage yet, and I’ve just been randomly pulling clothes out of it, in hopes that they’re clean. Note: they aren’t clean. The t-shirt and jeans I pulled off the floor yesterday left me feeling like a hot mess at 11 in the morning.
Time to scrub the filth and sins from my soul. Ooh with that delicious Lush soap you bought!
Brown Kid Love 
July 18, 2008 at 4:45 pm
For the few times you actually smelled a tiny little bit through your delightful deodorant… I loved it. Yeah, even if it sounds nasty.
I think you sweat concentrated colorful butterflies and fruity teddy bears holding candy bars.
I hope this is not too scary.
Is this blog getting intimately nasty ?
Ps: So how are the lush soaps in the end ?
July 18, 2008 at 5:10 pm
How are the Lush soaps in the end? I don’t know. I haven’t tried them there. BADUM-CHHH!!!
Yes this blog is getting nasty. Only because my filth level (hygiene-wise and perverty-wise) is overwhelming.
July 19, 2008 at 6:01 am
Also I know what you mean about not minding the stink. You stink sometimes. It’s gross, but in some twisted way it’s not that bad. Sometimes people smell so bad I want to hit them, we have yet to have this issue.