Saturday, March 12, 2011

When you move like a jellyfish, rhythm don't mean nothin

My room smells like winter candy apple.
My car smells like sweet cinnamon pumpkin.
My kitchen smells like homemade chinese food.
My jacket smells like my dogs.
My hair smells like eucalyptus and white tea.
My wrists smells like cashmere jasmine.
My hands smell like white gardenia.
My pillows smell like apple mango tango.
My bathroom smells like mulled cider.
My shower smells like chlorine.

I never really think about it, but today I'm glad I can smell. And I need to wash my swimsuit.

Special thanks to my roommate, Yuan. The tiramisu was delicious.