I'm wearing Demeter Lobster. I was bored with all my perfumes and so I impulsively bought a bunch of crap and this is like what happens when your relationship is stagnant and you pursue a random person in a bar and then feel a hundred times worse about everything. Lobster is as random as it gets and right now I smell like regret.
It's a light, brine-y scent, not unpleasant but also not lobster-like. Not that I'm complaining. Though maybe I should complain because why wouldn't I want a perfume called "Lobster" to smell like lobster? Then again why would I want it to smell like lobster? Either way, what am I thinking?
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It reminds me of buying one of those submarines from the back of a comic book because the ad said it shoots real nuclear torpedoes. Except if it did shoot real nuclear torpedoes, my neighbors would be dead, my mom would be furious, my submarine would be locked away in a closet, and I'd probably be grounded for a whole month. But when the submarine arrives and it's cardboard in the vague shape of a submarine and the nuclear torpedo launcher only launches rubber bands, it's profoundly disappointing. I don't want to kill my neighbors but I also don't want to feel like a sucker. Sometimes life gives us no good options.
So today I'm wearing Lobster. Though I don't smell like lobster. And I feel deep regret. Who says perfume is frivolous?
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