Thursday, 2 September 2010

just because i'm paranoid, doesn't mean my hair gel isn't out to get me

I've started to read the label on my hair junk as a motivational message for some guy called Matt Clay; a man I have never met, and who isn't me.

So now the stuff that lives in my bathroom cabinet is actively conspiring against me, lending its full support to a faceless and unknown adversary.

Fuck you, hair care products.

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