Smells get stuck in my head and when I breathe in I swear I'm smelling them. Right now I swear I'm smelling dead mice and dog turds. I know I'm not, because I haven't stepped in dog turd lately and there's no mice in this building, but whoa... I could do without the combo.
I've got all these boxes of cables and crap that I need to go through before I move. I've got so much stuff still in boxes from the last time I moved -- I should get rid of it. I think I may (may) get rid of my B&W G3 too, I don't have much use for it.
2003 was interesting. For all my attempts to keep things from getting complicated, things had a way of complicating themselves. Goals for 2004? Embrace chaos! Have sex at least once! Find me in da club! Break out the racing bike and kick autos downtown!
EDIT: Now I'm smelling popcorn and urine too. Wait, no, that's a bag of corn chips.
I've got all these boxes of cables and crap that I need to go through before I move. I've got so much stuff still in boxes from the last time I moved -- I should get rid of it. I think I may (may) get rid of my B&W G3 too, I don't have much use for it.
2003 was interesting. For all my attempts to keep things from getting complicated, things had a way of complicating themselves. Goals for 2004? Embrace chaos! Have sex at least once! Find me in da club! Break out the racing bike and kick autos downtown!
EDIT: Now I'm smelling popcorn and urine too. Wait, no, that's a bag of corn chips.