I need to update.
Yet another pledge to update more often. Not a New Year's resolution or anything -- just me saying, "you're gonna see a lot more of me!" yet again. We'll see if it lasts.
I've always been a fan of smells. Yes, this sounds weird -- I'm referring to how much smell really does leave an impression on people, or at least, me. There's a certain perfume that I still associate with a girl I dated back in 7th grade. I haven't smelled it recently, but everytime I do, I immedately think of her, 8 years later. Kinda crazy.
I'm mentioning this because I've been spending time with a girl recently who gave me a moose for New Year's. I named it Fitch because Abby is a girl's name and this moose is obviously male. It certainly wasn't going to stay 'Melville', which was the name the manufacturer tried to assign it. What kind of fucking name is Melville? Sounds like some ass-backwards town out in the country. Not necessarily a hick town, but a town were people plainly don't know what's going on.
I digress. She left a card, which explained her choice of moose as the animal for me, and some candy. I was glad she'd left it -- I didn't have a moose -- but the real surprise came later when I was holding onto the moose, for whatever reason. She'd sprayed it with her perfume, and when I smelled it, it kind of took me back to the previous couple of days we'd spent together. Now I find myself spending time just smelling the thing and just thinking about her (Fitch doesn't mind). Clever girl...
I've always been a fan of smells. Yes, this sounds weird -- I'm referring to how much smell really does leave an impression on people, or at least, me. There's a certain perfume that I still associate with a girl I dated back in 7th grade. I haven't smelled it recently, but everytime I do, I immedately think of her, 8 years later. Kinda crazy.
I'm mentioning this because I've been spending time with a girl recently who gave me a moose for New Year's. I named it Fitch because Abby is a girl's name and this moose is obviously male. It certainly wasn't going to stay 'Melville', which was the name the manufacturer tried to assign it. What kind of fucking name is Melville? Sounds like some ass-backwards town out in the country. Not necessarily a hick town, but a town were people plainly don't know what's going on.
I digress. She left a card, which explained her choice of moose as the animal for me, and some candy. I was glad she'd left it -- I didn't have a moose -- but the real surprise came later when I was holding onto the moose, for whatever reason. She'd sprayed it with her perfume, and when I smelled it, it kind of took me back to the previous couple of days we'd spent together. Now I find myself spending time just smelling the thing and just thinking about her (Fitch doesn't mind). Clever girl...