I wash my hair at least once a week & every time I do, I cut at least an inch or 2 of hair right off. It's like a ritual now, to see if my jawbone has started growing hearts on each side of my face. I'm worried because my chest feels like a hush puppie that's been greasing in a deep fryer for too long & with no soul & therefore, no actual heart that works. I discussed in my head all the reasons for not pushing a shopping cart & you responded by buying 2 packs of extra firm tofu.
We're telekinesis cum chums!
Like 2 people who haven't f**ed since 2014 or maybe we did, f**ing across the border doesn't count because we like bubbles in foamy tube with some French syllables & we don't get that this side of the border.
So the point is, you're invisible in Whole Foods & I'm a pre pubescent boy with no dick. This just proves how shallow people are, expecting my Brooklyn hoodie to conceal uneven breasts & grow a bear face in real face time emoji on my chest just because I'm Canadian. I'll probably do all of that & people will probably give zero in f**s/ it's my head, you see/ fake hair, fake feelings/ fake us-us/ can you please sauté the tofu all stoic in marsala sauce? Man, sodium is so bloating like why is there even a question of why the ocean is so big on earth?