there was nothing to stop her. no considerations, no deliberations, no hesitations. this, was the end of the line. this was it. she gripped the bottle of shampoo and closed her eyes as the saccharine liquid trickled down her throat, leading her to the bliss she knew had to be there, waiting for her just beyond the end.
Her hair was soft as silk
Before you even touched it
you could feel the softness
I remember it as if it was today
ant time has passed since y sew
her beautiful waterfall
And I hope I never forget
her soft and silky hair
It was a weird morning. The alarm didn’t scare me when it went off and the sun wasn’t cutting me in pieces through the blinds. The room smelled like my strawberry shampoo. I couldn’t figure out why. That’s when I saw my two year old covered in suds lying on top of my bed.
Shampoo is a wonderful creation when you have it in your hair you not only look, and feel clean, but there is also a stimulating smell coming from you. some people think they look bad ass with dirty hair but really its just gross.
As I scrub my fingers through my hair, sudzin’ up the shampoo to elvis hair proportions, I wonder how I feel about her talking to him. I don’t feel threatened at all, it’s mostly worry for her sake: he could hurt her immensely, and I would never want that.I put my hands down to rinse, and clumps of hair come with them…I’ve gotta find a better place to think.
I rinsed the shampoo from my hair. For me that has to be one of the best parts of the day. The cleansing feeling. It is like a fresh start. A chance for something new. A brand new hope.
a concoction of old hair and nostrils, I’m ambivalent toward the rain pouring down on me, cleansing my soul of dirt, grime, and other wise. Love, says I, and I’ve got little else to spare once I’ve stepped from the showers, from the waterfalls, from the clouds bearing over me, I’m overbearing the sky while it attempts to take me with it’s recycled powers that be, evaporated from the very sea I’m not so fond of dipping my own hand in, but one that calls rather loudly, reaching to the hills.
The rain pouring outside inspired me. It opened a portal of feelings that I hadn’t felt in so long. The overwhelming rush of emotions set my impulsive mind to thinking. So unaccustomed was I to spontaneous activities that I was shocked when I found myself shampooing my hair in the rain.
My shampoo bottle exploded in my hands causing the blue bingo marker stain to expand. The mixture of the base and the blue somehow created an uglier sight. I tried my hardest to scrub it off, but all my efforts were wasted as the stain grew larger and larger until it took over my entire body.
I shampooed toby in the tub of luke warm water. but he refused to stay put. His wagging tail and pumping limbs thrashed about in the small red plastic tub causing us both to take a tumble and the bath to be a shared one with both of us covered from head to foot in white, fluffy, foam.
Shampoo, it could be yellow it could be blue.
No matter what color it might be it will always keeps your head clean.
Smell, sense the feeling of clean, and remember you should always use it.
Smells good enough to eat, sometimes better than a candle, my children use too much, why do we have so many bottles? And, is the salon version truly better than Suave?!
why. it’s such a pain. all the shampoo ads make it seem like silky smooth yet long hair is possible without frizz. It’s not! or maybe it is, but the shampoo’s not going to do that by itself. shampoo is just frustrating.
the shampoo in the bottle was almost gone. I’ll need to get some more she thought, as she lathered her hair. She only hoped she wouldn’t run into him at the store. ANd if she did, she hoped her hair would look damn good.
She lathers her head thoroughly with shampoo, just like the label tells her to. A few minutes later, she steps out of the shower, wrapped in a thick bathrobe her husband bought for her birthday. When the hand clamps around her mouth like a vice, nobody is around to hear her muffled scream.
the shampoo I last had lasted for more than a year. Really cool but I guess it has to do with the fact that I have short hair most of the time anyway so it takes very little for me to wash my hair.
I found a recent TV ad on shampoos so funny because there was this guy who used the wrong one and ended off with silky long girly hair! What a hoot!
shampoo is very cooling. especially head and shoulders. it strengthens your hair. i love it. is comes in many flavour like thingys what ever you call em. it is white colour. uh. it has got the word poo in it.
people laugh at your dirty hair. i find it funny how that kind of thing matters to some people. whatever. i’d shampoo your hair every day of my life. or let it stay dirty because i love you anyway.
Erika put down the bottle of shampoo. As she stepped out of the shower, she shook out her long hair. A few streaks of red were dripping down her blood, and from what she saw in the reflection in the mirror it looked just like blood. She stopped and stared, paralyzed with the fear. It was only remnants of her hair dye.
I used to buy Pantene shampoo, but then I found out it leaves wax in your hair. Now I don’t buy Pantene Shampoo anymore.
Shampoo is a funny word. I wonder who decided to call it that. It doesn’t really sound like something that cleans your hair. It sounds like that whale from SeaWorld. How interesting…
Shampoo…to much of it! This obsessive need to wash her hair made her into a maniac.Stocks of bottles filled the bathroom and all had the same label: Hairy ends. Marge looked at them with a glint in her eyes and wondered if a label could forbode the future.
I hate how I seem to be allergic to so many wonderful shampoos. I love the smell and how it makes my hair look and feel, but I hate how it irrritates my skin. I would love ano
isnt it funny how it always gets in your eyes?
i just wonder why I haven’t learned
how to keep the suds
from burning
when I wash my hair.
Wait, I shave my head.
Oh well…
snicker
cleansing artificial lemony fresh and frantic strands like nothing to do with cotton candy who knows why that was mentioned tear-free isn’t really tear-free and there’s something wrong with that kid who put it on his eyes that day. what else is gonna go wrong– or should i say “funky”
It’s amazing how much an egg being broken over your head feels like shampoo. I was seven. I didn’t know until I saw the shells falling. I used to hate my sister. Not anymore. But I still hate eggs.
The suds which wash your hair from dirt, lathered over your sweat-soaked palms, can never wash that night from your memory. Scrub as you wish, but their chemicals can’t burn away all that you want to forget, and your sins will darken your eyes and blacken your soul.
It wasn’t meant to be green,. was it? That would never do. They would have had focus groups – “Ooh, wouldn’t want to put that on my hair, hoo no-” says some weirdo from delaware or wherever they come from – “it looks like sewage and all”. The colour was my first clue, and the horrible chemical burns once i got out the shower only confirmed things.
It’s kind of silly, but I’ve
fallen into believing that I can wash away
bad days, bad thoughts, bad memories
with a quarter-size splotch of shampoo.
Sometimes, I feel like I’ve
sent all of me down the drain in a swirl of foam
[bubbles, blank thoughts, blue days]
because that’s all I seem to be made of these days.
there was nothing to stop her. no considerations, no deliberations, no hesitations. this, was the end of the line. this was it. she gripped the bottle of shampoo and closed her eyes as the saccharine liquid trickled down her throat, leading her to the bliss she knew had to be there, waiting for her just beyond the end.
Her hair was soft as silk
Before you even touched it
you could feel the softness
I remember it as if it was today
ant time has passed since y sew
her beautiful waterfall
And I hope I never forget
her soft and silky hair
It was a weird morning. The alarm didn’t scare me when it went off and the sun wasn’t cutting me in pieces through the blinds. The room smelled like my strawberry shampoo. I couldn’t figure out why. That’s when I saw my two year old covered in suds lying on top of my bed.
Shampoo is a wonderful creation when you have it in your hair you not only look, and feel clean, but there is also a stimulating smell coming from you. some people think they look bad ass with dirty hair but really its just gross.
As I scrub my fingers through my hair, sudzin’ up the shampoo to elvis hair proportions, I wonder how I feel about her talking to him. I don’t feel threatened at all, it’s mostly worry for her sake: he could hurt her immensely, and I would never want that.I put my hands down to rinse, and clumps of hair come with them…I’ve gotta find a better place to think.
I rinsed the shampoo from my hair. For me that has to be one of the best parts of the day. The cleansing feeling. It is like a fresh start. A chance for something new. A brand new hope.
a concoction of old hair and nostrils, I’m ambivalent toward the rain pouring down on me, cleansing my soul of dirt, grime, and other wise. Love, says I, and I’ve got little else to spare once I’ve stepped from the showers, from the waterfalls, from the clouds bearing over me, I’m overbearing the sky while it attempts to take me with it’s recycled powers that be, evaporated from the very sea I’m not so fond of dipping my own hand in, but one that calls rather loudly, reaching to the hills.
The rain pouring outside inspired me. It opened a portal of feelings that I hadn’t felt in so long. The overwhelming rush of emotions set my impulsive mind to thinking. So unaccustomed was I to spontaneous activities that I was shocked when I found myself shampooing my hair in the rain.
My shampoo bottle exploded in my hands causing the blue bingo marker stain to expand. The mixture of the base and the blue somehow created an uglier sight. I tried my hardest to scrub it off, but all my efforts were wasted as the stain grew larger and larger until it took over my entire body.
I shampooed toby in the tub of luke warm water. but he refused to stay put. His wagging tail and pumping limbs thrashed about in the small red plastic tub causing us both to take a tumble and the bath to be a shared one with both of us covered from head to foot in white, fluffy, foam.
Shampoo, it could be yellow it could be blue.
No matter what color it might be it will always keeps your head clean.
Smell, sense the feeling of clean, and remember you should always use it.
shower soap smells good i need some makes hair soft and fluffy and smooths… has the word poo at the end can be used as soap
smelly, hair, conditioner, shower, water, bathe
Smells good enough to eat, sometimes better than a candle, my children use too much, why do we have so many bottles? And, is the salon version truly better than Suave?!
why. it’s such a pain. all the shampoo ads make it seem like silky smooth yet long hair is possible without frizz. It’s not! or maybe it is, but the shampoo’s not going to do that by itself. shampoo is just frustrating.
WHIT SHAMPOO I CLEAN MY HAIR, SHINNY AND PRETTY ALL THE TIME HE GET. I LOVE TO WASH IT, I LOVE TO WASH MY HAIR.
the shampoo in the bottle was almost gone. I’ll need to get some more she thought, as she lathered her hair. She only hoped she wouldn’t run into him at the store. ANd if she did, she hoped her hair would look damn good.
when i am alone. in the shower i have two soaps. one for the bod and one for the head.
shampoo. lather me. (rinse) shampoo, lather me again.
thanks
She lathers her head thoroughly with shampoo, just like the label tells her to. A few minutes later, she steps out of the shower, wrapped in a thick bathrobe her husband bought for her birthday. When the hand clamps around her mouth like a vice, nobody is around to hear her muffled scream.
the shampoo I last had lasted for more than a year. Really cool but I guess it has to do with the fact that I have short hair most of the time anyway so it takes very little for me to wash my hair.
I found a recent TV ad on shampoos so funny because there was this guy who used the wrong one and ended off with silky long girly hair! What a hoot!
shampoo is very cooling. especially head and shoulders. it strengthens your hair. i love it. is comes in many flavour like thingys what ever you call em. it is white colour. uh. it has got the word poo in it.
i can feel the sting of artificial strawberry liquid sting my eyes.
but these tears, they’re from something else entirely.
warren beatty and soapy hair; soapy heir; soup in hair; soupy sales; soap opera.
people laugh at your dirty hair. i find it funny how that kind of thing matters to some people. whatever. i’d shampoo your hair every day of my life. or let it stay dirty because i love you anyway.
Erika put down the bottle of shampoo. As she stepped out of the shower, she shook out her long hair. A few streaks of red were dripping down her blood, and from what she saw in the reflection in the mirror it looked just like blood. She stopped and stared, paralyzed with the fear. It was only remnants of her hair dye.
I used to buy Pantene shampoo, but then I found out it leaves wax in your hair. Now I don’t buy Pantene Shampoo anymore.
Shampoo is a funny word. I wonder who decided to call it that. It doesn’t really sound like something that cleans your hair. It sounds like that whale from SeaWorld. How interesting…
Shampoo…to much of it! This obsessive need to wash her hair made her into a maniac.Stocks of bottles filled the bathroom and all had the same label: Hairy ends. Marge looked at them with a glint in her eyes and wondered if a label could forbode the future.
I hate how I seem to be allergic to so many wonderful shampoos. I love the smell and how it makes my hair look and feel, but I hate how it irrritates my skin. I would love ano
I step inside my shower and I turn on the shower water. Then I grab a bottle of shampoo and spred it all over my hair.
isnt it funny how it always gets in your eyes?
i just wonder why I haven’t learned
how to keep the suds
from burning
when I wash my hair.
Wait, I shave my head.
Oh well…
snicker
cleansing artificial lemony fresh and frantic strands like nothing to do with cotton candy who knows why that was mentioned tear-free isn’t really tear-free and there’s something wrong with that kid who put it on his eyes that day. what else is gonna go wrong– or should i say “funky”
March 27th, 2009.
My friend doesn’t use shampoo. She just splash water on her head. She said it’s to expensive and said it doesn’t work. WTH?!
It’s amazing how much an egg being broken over your head feels like shampoo. I was seven. I didn’t know until I saw the shells falling. I used to hate my sister. Not anymore. But I still hate eggs.
Shampoo — not the real poo; it’s fake poo.
bubble
clean
sweet
liquid
bath
water
The scent of her shampoo was peppermint and lavender. He could smell it in the bath, even though she had been gone since Sunday.
Clean away the dirt from my soiled hair. You are superior to your foe, Conditioner.
The suds which wash your hair from dirt, lathered over your sweat-soaked palms, can never wash that night from your memory. Scrub as you wish, but their chemicals can’t burn away all that you want to forget, and your sins will darken your eyes and blacken your soul.
It wasn’t meant to be green,. was it? That would never do. They would have had focus groups – “Ooh, wouldn’t want to put that on my hair, hoo no-” says some weirdo from delaware or wherever they come from – “it looks like sewage and all”. The colour was my first clue, and the horrible chemical burns once i got out the shower only confirmed things.
It’s kind of silly, but I’ve
fallen into believing that I can wash away
bad days, bad thoughts, bad memories
with a quarter-size splotch of shampoo.
Sometimes, I feel like I’ve
sent all of me down the drain in a swirl of foam
[bubbles, blank thoughts, blue days]
because that’s all I seem to be made of these days.