What next? I'll stop cutting my hair?

So I bought some of that anti-stress shampoo; I don't know why people like it so much, I drank the whole bottle, and if anything, I feel worse.


Hello my pretties!


On my shower ledge sits a giant shampoo bottle. I have used this same bottle for several years. I don't know how many years, at least two, maybe four. 


I had no shampoo thoughts until recently when I noticed it was lighter. I will need to buy shampoo soon. I haven't bought shampoo for years. 


What kind of shampoo should I buy? I haven't paid attention to shampoo and it used to be so exciting to me. I loved the shiny bottles promising beautiful hair. I usually bought new kinds before the last bottle was empty so I would have multiple bottles in my shower at once. 


But now I have one bottle, the same bottle for years, and it is almost empty and I don't know what to do. I have been out of the shampoo game for so long now, where do I even start?


This morning for the first time, it occurred to me that maybe I haven't bought shampoo for years because the shampoo I have is the perfect shampoo. Maybe, for the first time in my life, all my shampoo needs are being met. Maybe I should just buy the same kind of shampoo again. The same giant bottle. 


So I went online and discovered it has been so long since I bought their shampoo, they have changed the bottle and the price has gone up by $20. Hmmmmm....



Happy national sweater day! (And that's why I wore a sweater today.)


With love and kisses,


Sophia Skyy


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