(Part One: Written Last Night) I just got peer-pressured by a janitor into smoking hash, and now my sweatshirt smells like smoke. This made me realize that I freaking love that sweatshirt, and that I have worn it nearly every day consecutively for three weeks (gross?), and that I can’t wait for laundry time to wear it again. So I’m dangling it out the window in the hopes that the smell will air out.
(Part Two: Present) It didn't work. What did work was putting it over my heater all day. I think it dispersed the smell throughout the room. Great!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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