PeachyJames
I haven't brushed my hair in a few days. The drool from previous nights have meshed into one another, into some matted rat's nest. There really is no reason to brush it, at this point my hair has been downgraded from a sexual organ to more of a disembodied kidney in a Styrofoam ice box.
The thought of doing something, whatever it may be, is pure anguish. To be honest, trying to do anything at all, anything that really needs to be done, is nothing short of pulling teeth.
A shell, a body, and a few limbs. The anatomy of a turtle. Well, turtles are kind of like us, in the sense that we are self-centered and make absolutely everything about ourselves. Much like turtles, we are very unaware that our protection will sometimes be our undoing.
While choosing colors may seem light an easy thing to do, most of the time you've just stepped up to a huge undertaking. One color may seem perfect. Sleep on it. It'll look like garbage in your imagination in a few short hours. Nothing is ever simple. Swatches are the epitome of a thoughtless grab and go society.