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[arinumberone]

This morning, hungover, I went to the closet and pulled out a hoodie that I haven't worn in months. I remembered that Andy was the last person to have worn it, and when I smelled it, it still smelled like him (or maybe his detergent... maybe he just smells like detergent?). How can smells stay on clothing for four months? Well. I wore the hoodie anyway, mixed emotions, stupid ex, blah blah... then I went to put on a pair of socks, and all over the socks I chose were clumps of fine white fur (matted in from the dryer, I think). Memories of Pi and Aya. What the hell is with my clothes today? I did laundry today.

Super Bowl Party tomorrow!! Go Steelers, I guess! I must find green and gold things at Target today, that is my mission from K.