Tuesday, Apr. 15, 2003 + 12:08 a.m.
Sometimes I think my house smells like an old-lady house, but at least I have the scense (yes, that was on purpose) to light a candle or dig out some patchouli or sandalwood or something. Maybe I�m different from most people but, damn, smells are a big part of my life. They take me to some wonderfully enchanting places�.and to some really raunchy ones, too. Every once in a while I like a good funky smell, too, though. Not like rotten-food-funky, but inside-an-old-purse-funky or onion-breath funky. I know, you don�t have to say it. That�s just plain WEIRD. Bad socks just have to go though. Nothing like sour feet to turn your evening around in the worst way. I look forward to seeing people sometimes just for their smell. I used to sniff my grandmother�s favorite sweater for a year after she died to catch just a millisecond of her prescense. My son has inherited this part of me as well, however I�m not sure his likes are healthy. He loves the smell of rubber, gasoline, cleaning chemicals and sulfur. I hope he doesn�t end up sniffing glue in a bread bag at the age of 8. More than anything he loves to get a good whiff of his funky armpits. Yeah, that�s my son.
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