And I don't necessarily mean that in a good way.
When I was a tweeny-bopper (oh lordy I hope it was back in my pre-teen/tween years and before high school...) my parents bought me Debbie Gibson's Electric Youth perfume. It was an awesome gift.
I was a big fan of Debbie Gibson. (Still love her actually. Her greatest hits CD is full of electric and youthful win.) I listened to that Electric Youth cassette tape every night, singing along, imaginging I was the one singing on stage, or in a music video/beach movie type scenario, until the cassette died from exhaustion due to excessive rewinding after favorite songs.
The bottle of perfume looked bitchin', what with the neon pink spiral tube spiraling through the pink tinted liquid.
I was never cooler than when I spritzed on my Debbie Gibson Electric Youth perfume.
That was then, back when my nose never thought to distinguish the difference between wal-mart perfume and holy-shit-this-tiny-bottle-costs-how-much perfume. Like I would have cared back then anyhow.
I was wearing Debbie Fucking Gibson's Electric Youth perfume, yo!
But now? Yeah... the smell of that pink neon mist has not aged well.
And I keep getting a whiff of it, or its
Save that crap perfume for home. For date night. For grocery shopping night when cute clerk boy is working his shift. For going out and checking the mail.
Maybe you can find some good smelling cheap stuff. Good for you! No, really, that's awesome. Tell me where you bought it!
But if you buy something and it smells icky?
DON'T DOSE YOURSELF IN IT BEFORE WORKING IN MY OFFICE.
Thanks,
Management
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