September 17, 2009
My neck and my face are red and irritated. Either I'm blushing, or I'm allergic to my shampoo. I chose the latter, not knowing the difference between former and latter, and brush a tissue over the both. Nothing changes, they are still blushing and itchy and hot, hot like the heat lamp that keeps my nachos hot at school. Hot like the sun if you lay out long enough. Hot like a jacuzzi in the winter air. Hot like a bath if you jump right it. But heat, what is heat, to the non-scientist? Heat is affection, love, lust.