today i started drinking Borax | The Ladies' Guide to the Apocalypse
All drinking Borax aside, I bought bottled water for the first time today. Like, ever, besides for camping trips. A Mississippi girl refuses to say it’s bad to swim in the Mississippi River (in the shallow non-currenty parts anyway), and she will always go barefoot by the lake even when there’s broken glass. I used to drink tap water always, firmly believing in my superhuman immune system, defiantly in favor of the “a little dirt don’t hurt” credo, and thankful for a chance to build up my superpowers even more. But now there will be so much benzene in the water table, it’s time to switch to water from someplace else. Almost all of the water in America is fluoridated, though, just like toothpaste. Which is why I’ve been flossing, rinsing with hydrogen peroxide, and brushing with Dr. Tichenor’s peppermint mouthwash. And drinking Borax. It de-calcifies the pineal gland, apparently. Where your Spidey senses live. And The Force.
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