and I burned the stuff, the fucking dried tomatoes. How is one supposed to cook those things? Then the smoke detector in my bedroom went off and in a few moments I will head down to the pink smelling of garlic and onions. At least that should keep the vampires away.
I hear it will snow and be cold. I've really got to sort out this bureaucratic car stuff. I guess I'll be waking up early, watching it's a Different World and the Cosby show then walking my happy ass to the metro station.
Today on the shuttle bus to north campus I was noticing the smell of people on public transport. I could so smell the garlic on my fingers. Then I could smell the waves of musk from the boy new to me. It was unpleasant musk. I hate that. I wish I could love every smell. Let's think of the 5 senses. Ok, It is possible to hear good and bad sounds, smell good and bad smells, taste good and bad taste, see good and bad sites, and touch good and bad materials. It's strange that something that taste good doesn't necessarily smell good and so on. What a deceitful world we live in.