They're painting the hallways in a disgusting fleshy dark beige colour. And some sort of pale sickly pink. It clashes. A lot.
I asked Olof to buy me shampoo the other day, and he did. He bought one litre of electric blue shampoo for 69 cents. It smells like Sprite and feels like slime. It has the same effect on my hair as dish washing liquid.
"I refuse to turn into a memory."
I did not choose this.