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I'm very, very clean. Perhaps clean unto death. We shall see.
Yesterday, I threw some things from my shower into the sink to soak in bleach water: my razor, my grater thingy for my heels, the shower scrubber and its plastic hook and my bath brush.
I thought I rinsed them well.
The bath brush lathered up rather bubblier than usual, but I didn't think too much on it. So, I scrubbed vigorously - neck to toes. I have a guilt complex that I try to exfoliate from my soul daily. It never works, but hey. I seemed to notice simultaneously that the soap smelled a bit industrial and some of my delicate $#!&! skin was stinging a bit.
Wait. I know that smell. It's bleach.
I just bleached myself people. Am I going to die?
Yesterday, I threw some things from my shower into the sink to soak in bleach water: my razor, my grater thingy for my heels, the shower scrubber and its plastic hook and my bath brush.
I thought I rinsed them well.
The bath brush lathered up rather bubblier than usual, but I didn't think too much on it. So, I scrubbed vigorously - neck to toes. I have a guilt complex that I try to exfoliate from my soul daily. It never works, but hey. I seemed to notice simultaneously that the soap smelled a bit industrial and some of my delicate $#!&! skin was stinging a bit.
Wait. I know that smell. It's bleach.
I just bleached myself people. Am I going to die?