For a while, at least. By the way, 3 ounce containers are cool. The requirement that you can't bring more than that, not so cool. I keep forgetting what to pack. I'm very excited, but I don't know what to pack. It seems to be the story of my life. It's just so complicated! And I can't remember where I put the shampoo... I had this nice little bottle of it, now I can't find it. You'd think I'd learn to keep track of things.
*rummages through clothes* Nope, not there. I'll try the Strawberry Method and see if that helps.
*scurries off*
Okay, I'm back! Um, still no luck... I'll keep looking. Why do people always take me seriously? I mean, sure, I'm a serious person, but I can still make a joke, can't I? They always think I feel hated just because someone called me a weed! It is a joke, people. A comical devise meant to bring entertainment and relieve boredom. Okay? Everyone happy now? I go now.
Hey! I found the shampoo!
"His Father's Will"
3 years ago