I was freaking out yesterday because my hands smelled really strange and it didn’t seem to go away. Throughout the day I would just catch a whiff when fixing my hair and wonder where the hell the horrific odor was coming from. When it seemed to stay after washing my hands, I started to think there was something wrong with me. Was I lacking a certain vitamin? Why would it just affect my hands? Should I wash my hands in tomato sauce? Can other people smell this? Will guys run away screaming from my stanky hands, leaving me to become a crazy spinster who wills all of her possessions to her stuffed animals? WHAT IS THAT SMELL???

Today, I found out. It’s the hand soap at work. The frigging hand soap. It’s disgusting! Why does it smell like that? Where do they manufacture that shit? Is it in a place that only hires those who have lost their sense of smell? If not, how did it pass by Inspector #7? Seriously, I can’t even describe the smell. It’s that heinous. And why does it attach to everything for hours? EW. I’ve already put a call in to my buddy at work to destroy it, but he says there are still 3 gallons of it left for refilling. Oh, hell no. I’m going to have to pick up some soap at the store for my own personal use. Should I warn my coworkers? Should I tell Inspector #7? At least I know it’s not me. I think that was my biggest concern. So yay! I don’t smell like ass-tainted sawdust! Yay!

I do, however, have something on my toe that sounds like a Dungeons and Dragons character. “You’re approaching a clearing. Suddenly, a ganglion drops out of a tree and steals your cloak. As a lowly cleric, that’s all you have to defend yourself. He takes your cloak and beats the shit out of you.” Or something like that. I don’t know, I played Dungeons and Dragons for twenty minutes once when I was 13. That’s all I can remember.

I’m off to the Big Apple and The Daily Show tomorrow. If either Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert should happen to go missing, you know nothing.

Celebrity Boyfriend of the Day – Classic Edition: Brad Pitt
What can I say? The man is hot. Simple as that. Plus, he shared scenes with sock monkeys in Twelve Monkeys - that’s always a plus.

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before & after





2006-09-30 - Site Move & Favorite Entries
2006-09-25 - Evil Easter Bunnies & Rock Climbing!
2006-09-22 - Shameful-Purchase Hiding & A New Dentist Plan
2006-09-19 - Birthday Picture/Video Diary & The Wheelmobile
2006-09-14 - An Entry About Hall & Oates? Really?





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