I will never have a bath in the morning again.
In the span of time since I bathed, I have been sprayed more-than-liberally with foul-smelling teenage-boy cologne, and have had my head wrapped in a blue fleece coat that smelled like marijuana and rotten salami. Thanks boys. I don't want to shower again. It's almost three thirty in the morning. Ew. I'm tired. I smell like a disgusting boy who bathes in cologne, smokes pot and lives in the dumpster behind a deli. Not a good combination. Considering the fact that after my bath I smelled like pomegranate body wash, grape bubble bath, citrus shaving cream and watermelon-scented children's shampoo.