When Malissa came over and wanted to do a glitter shoot for her birthday, I knew that not only will it be awesome, but I would have epic amounts of glitter left in my place. Here we are, one month later, and people are still tracking out little pieces of silvery plastic.
At least they don’t make glitter out of glass and rocks anymore. And I can keep on making up stories about someone who mailed me a glitter bomb.
btw: don’t snort glitter.