100% y2k-compliant, 93.82% bitch

is anybody really up at 921 am on a Sunday? oh, it's 9:35 here. ok, well i often get scents from my memory my brain emits for no apparent reason, except they're usually not vanilla. it's more like a candy i ate once when i was 7 and never saw again, which, of course, throws me into hours of "what the hell was that?" inner dialogue. it's a lot like losing your keys.

posted by y2kira @ 9:43 AM