Seventeen

Bought a can of air freshener yesterday. Didn't see the brand I wanted (for familiarity's sake, neh?) so I got the cheapest one I could find. A moderately-sized can, too. My father only realised this once we passed the cashier, and was wondering what I had bought. He was mildly surprised.

And today, I was vigorously shaking the can of air freshener I bought yesterday, intending to spray it somewhere to test it out. After five seconds of adrenalin-pumping shaking, I pressed it - and a small pss issued from the can.

Cue stoning for a second or two.

I then yelled "Is that all?", pushing down harder on the button, and releasing a large ephermal cloud of lemon-scented air freshener all over my bed.

I then proceeded to happily blanket the rest of my room in air freshener, reveling in the newfound power of the spraycan, such that even through my blocked nose I could smell it strongly.

I think I'll be sleeping on the sofa tonight.

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My parents enjoyed Seventeen Again much, much more than me.

I was never the very fashionable one, nor the very normal one, but, I don't know, this feels kinda odd.
... A combination of many factors lead to a very disturbing feeling. Right. Moving right along.

Some time from now, when I reread this blog post I will sit back and laugh.

Or cringe. Which is probably more likely to happen.
Oh no, what have I done?