Ok so the thing is I’ve run out of deodorant. I’m pretty sure I’m not any stinkier. I bet my armpits are thanking me for taking a break from coating them with toxins…or not…25,000 sweat lands! Dear lord! More than I wanted to know about what is going on under my arm.
I was bee-bopping around to a song on the radio called Neighbourhood #1 (tunnels). The sun was just at the right spot to act as a spotlight. I always secretly hope someone is watching me dance around my kitchen. But then again, I always secretly hope no one is watching me dash into the kitchen at night in my underwear to get a class of water. I guess it’s all or nothing.
I visited someone in a castle yesterday. It was lovely. It had a bathtub with claws and the stair case was made of nice dark sturdy looking wood. In the patio of the castle…do castles have patios? Well this one did. In the patio of the castle we formulated a kite design. It had to do with glowing and night, that’s all I can say here.