But it is about death.
When I die, it will probably be of this:
That's right: Aussie fumes.
Let me tell you a little something about this product. I can't live without it.
My hair is curly. Without Aussie, it would look kind of...blucky. Fuzzy. Poofy.
So I use Aussie every day. Multiple times. And I breathe it in a lot.
Whenever I coat my lungs with it, I think to myself, this will probably kill me.
Then I think, it's worth it. Because my curls just don't look right without Aussie.
I go through these bottles super quick. I feel like I'm always carrying one around. I wish I could buy them in bulk...
I know this blog post was pretty lame. I'm feeling uninspired. Again. It's been a busy morning and I'm off to work soon, so I'm trying to get other things done.
I know, excuses, excuses...
Will this make up for it?
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