I wouldn't be surprised if lilacs are sprouting in my lungs.
Not in a subtle, these-are-nice-and-pretty-and-purple kind of way but in an unwillingly-seeping-into-every-fiber-of-my-being kind of way.
The automatic air freshener in my work bathroom was just changed, and the smell is beyond overwhelming. Ew.
I wait as long as possible between bathroom trips, holding my breath and crossing my fingers that the automatic sensor doesn't go off and cause another 8-magnitude eruption of faux-sweet flowers.
It's like hanging out with a group of women who each accidentally spilled an ENTIRE bottle of perfume on themselves and then decided to congregate in a small space.
I call for the lilac epidemic to cease before further nasal impairment ensues. Perhaps I shall undertake a campaign. In the meantime, does anyone have a leftover swine flu mask?
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