I'm Losin' It
Two entries back, after being run through a pirate language translator. I feel it is a much more interesting read now.
It's funny, isn't it? (Bloody landlubber!) The way scents can hang on for so long, in the most unexpected places. (Bilge!) It was a little cold tonight, 'n I decided for nay particular reason that wrappin' meself up in me huuuuge black fleece blanket would make me very happy. (Blimey!) So, I did it, 'n while I was cuddled on the couch watchin' t.v. (Arrgh!) 'n feelin' sorry for meself for not havin' any buckos within a hundred miles, I noticed a strangely familiar smell. (Bloody privateers!) I swore, it was Maynard's cologne. (Weigh anchor!) I couldn't figure out where it was comin' from, 'n I was startin' t' wonder if it was all in me head, because I had just talked t' him last night for the first time in 'bout a month, when I remembered. (Shiver me timbers!) Mayo 'n I shared this blanket for warmth while watchin' the second act o' Cabaret in the Greek amphitheater at Cranbrook. (Bilge!) Last May. (Aarhh!) For 'bout forty five minutes. (Bloody landlubber!) Since then, this blanket has been through a big move, four trips t' 'n from college, 'n sittin' on the end o' me bed in dorm room frequented by many many people, hangin' out, watchin' movies, 'n snackin' on wheat thins. (Man the guns, ye cowardly swabs!) It has been washed, kicked 'round, slept on by cats 'n me, wrapped 'round various cold bodies 'n now, over a year later, when I open it up 'n crawl into it, it smells like Maynard, 'n nothin' else. (Bloody landlubber!)
Maynard, I'm impressed. (Aarhh!)
In other news, I'm goin' through one o' those difficult phases where t' whole bloody lot o' 'em I see just seems so damn saucy.
It's funny, isn't it? (Bloody landlubber!) The way scents can hang on for so long, in the most unexpected places. (Bilge!) It was a little cold tonight, 'n I decided for nay particular reason that wrappin' meself up in me huuuuge black fleece blanket would make me very happy. (Blimey!) So, I did it, 'n while I was cuddled on the couch watchin' t.v. (Arrgh!) 'n feelin' sorry for meself for not havin' any buckos within a hundred miles, I noticed a strangely familiar smell. (Bloody privateers!) I swore, it was Maynard's cologne. (Weigh anchor!) I couldn't figure out where it was comin' from, 'n I was startin' t' wonder if it was all in me head, because I had just talked t' him last night for the first time in 'bout a month, when I remembered. (Shiver me timbers!) Mayo 'n I shared this blanket for warmth while watchin' the second act o' Cabaret in the Greek amphitheater at Cranbrook. (Bilge!) Last May. (Aarhh!) For 'bout forty five minutes. (Bloody landlubber!) Since then, this blanket has been through a big move, four trips t' 'n from college, 'n sittin' on the end o' me bed in dorm room frequented by many many people, hangin' out, watchin' movies, 'n snackin' on wheat thins. (Man the guns, ye cowardly swabs!) It has been washed, kicked 'round, slept on by cats 'n me, wrapped 'round various cold bodies 'n now, over a year later, when I open it up 'n crawl into it, it smells like Maynard, 'n nothin' else. (Bloody landlubber!)
Maynard, I'm impressed. (Aarhh!)
In other news, I'm goin' through one o' those difficult phases where t' whole bloody lot o' 'em I see just seems so damn saucy.