I JUST SHOWERED. FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE OCTOBER. NO MORE BATHS NO MORE BATHS NO MORE BAAAAAATHS \o/!!!
And I sang Embrace’s Drawn From Memory (which is my Shower Song) and The Weakerthans’ Plea From a Cat Named Virtue and then What Jane Did Next’s Big Girls, which involved me singing in a ridiculously-exaggerated East London accent about having a crush on a pudgy cleaner. Hee! Oh singing in the shower, how I have missed you.
And then, then, then when I got out of the shower I put on my Ninja Jazz shirt and FJGFHJJSKFHKSFHJS FOR SERIOUS, I DID NOT KNOW IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR CLOTHES TO BE THIS COMFORTABLE. Putting it on was just, like, NNNGHHH I kept saying “Oh my god. Oh my god. OH my god.” HOW IS THIS SO SOFT? IT FEELS LIKE MY SKIN IS HAVING A CONSTANT ORGASM. I AM NOT EVEN JOKING. DKJFGHKFGJGFBSKDHFHAOFBGK