HORST CAME IN MY HAIR

I’m not much of a girly girl. I mean, I shave my legs and wear a bra but I don’t paint my nails or own a handbag or squeal about the ‘products’ I use. Remember, I’m a socialist’s daughter. If my body soap, shampoo, and conditioner could come in one gray, label-less bottle issued from the government, it would. I like to feel comely, saucy even, but I do not like fuss. To hell with you fuss!

So yeah. I bought some leave in conditioner from Aveda a few weeks back. It smells like berries and bark and flower extract and butterfly wings and everything you would expect their stuff to smell like. And that’s fine. But it looks just like jizz. The color and consistency is spot on! So whenever I use this stuff after a shower, I always pause and laugh to myself, because it looks like someone spooged in my hand. And then I laugh even more because I'm smearing it in my hair. What can I say. I'm immature like that.