I smell like tangerine’s and weed.


My fingertips smell like tangerine’s and my ‘draft box’ is catching up to my ‘post box’. I spent ten minutes reading an old friend’s blog to try and see how she was doing, and since my new roommate’s moved in I’m pretty sure my house always smells like weed. I’m beginning my 4th week of being sick – I suppose I feel like being an over-achiever. Last night I made a sweeping declaration that I wouldn’t make long-term travel plans with anybody other than myself.

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