Geez, is everyone sick of listening me talk about love or what? I'm so sick of listening to myself, I can only imagine what it's like on the other end. I assume pretty bad? Sorryz.
I'm washing it out of my hair as we speak.
Rinsed.
Repeated.
And now for some weird reason I want to say this:
You're not fully clean unless you're Zest-fully clean!
*I realize Zest is not a shampoo.
