My post of everything that smells
Here's to xoxovsxxx's request for my jelly bean nails...LOL~
This week has been quite boring. Highlight of my week was finding a pine tree car freshener hanging on my door. It turns out it was Mori's doing. Weeks ago we were having a wacky conversation about how car smells like a cross between department stores, and wet towels that's been in a plastic bag for days. And I had said sometime about hating the "pine tree fresh" smellSo there we go. So now I need to go find the worst smelling freshener ever, find his house, and do the same thing. That's ok though. What I have is time.
I brought some "Lotus" Incense yesterday... it smelled like burnt perfume hair. I nearly barfed. I still feel really sick. Had to burn like 3 sticks of Sandalwood to get rid of the smell.
My parents haven't been home for a little over the week. My house smell.I assigned my brother to take out the garbage and I to wash the dish. Needless to say... it has yet to be done. The sink smells like won-ton even after I had scrubbed it so many times. We didn't eat any won-tons.
I think everything smells. It's genetic, from my father. We are so much alike in our personality it's not even funny. I miss my smelly father. Oh crap, He's back tomorrow.
This week has been quite boring. Highlight of my week was finding a pine tree car freshener hanging on my door. It turns out it was Mori's doing. Weeks ago we were having a wacky conversation about how car smells like a cross between department stores, and wet towels that's been in a plastic bag for days. And I had said sometime about hating the "pine tree fresh" smellSo there we go. So now I need to go find the worst smelling freshener ever, find his house, and do the same thing. That's ok though. What I have is time.
I brought some "Lotus" Incense yesterday... it smelled like burnt perfume hair. I nearly barfed. I still feel really sick. Had to burn like 3 sticks of Sandalwood to get rid of the smell.
My parents haven't been home for a little over the week. My house smell.I assigned my brother to take out the garbage and I to wash the dish. Needless to say... it has yet to be done. The sink smells like won-ton even after I had scrubbed it so many times. We didn't eat any won-tons.
I think everything smells. It's genetic, from my father. We are so much alike in our personality it's not even funny. I miss my smelly father. Oh crap, He's back tomorrow.