22 December 2006 15:58

Dirt and salt and whiskey soap

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One of the (many) problems that arise while trying to clean the house is this: I tell myself that I can have a shower when I finish, but there's always more to do, and I never seem to finish, and the shower gets pushed back and back, and you get the picture, right? I have soap that smells like whiskey and moss, and I want to use it. I will make myself some hot cider, and then I will go through the mountain of junk mail, and then I promise myself that I will bathe. My head hurts from eating too much salt. I don't care. I love salt, and would have a salt lick just for myself if I thought I could get away with it. But maybe I should have some water, instead. love, the dirty one