Is it a bad thing that I can't smell pot?
Not clay. I can smell clay. I kind of like the smell of clay, at least I remember that I do. I haven't had the opportunity to play with clay in a while.
No. Several people came out of a neighbor's room. A couple people from around me commented on the terrible smell, how much it stank, etc.
And I couldn't smell anything. At all. Not even I smelled it and it didn't smell bad, I just couldn't smell it.
I've never smoked anything. I've done nothing that should have destroyed my capacity to smell. But I can't smell pot.
Other:
So, one of the reasons I'm blogging is Allie. She doesn't know it yet, but we'll be practically best friends at some point, maybe.
She's awesome. I love her blog, her responses to comments, her sexy lion. I'd add to her two proposals of the week, but I think I'll just wait for the marriage license.
Look at me and my links! I impress myself, sometimes, when I make technology work the way I want it to.
I mean, I can usually make it do something. Just not, you know, necessarily what I want it to do.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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