Today I woke.up feeling truly horrible. My hair was specially horrible so my plan was to get up and run to the bathroom where I could wash it!
Unfortunately my father came along and made me dress up because we were going to the beach to do some "exercise".
Why on Earth do I have this luck?
Some readers here know exactly how much a trouble about showering I have... tell me: Where was the bloody gel when I needed it?
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