i smell like smoke

ya know what's weird? that little second when i've just opened a minute maid orange juice and i inhale and it smells like Sunny D and i think, ew! why'd i buy this stuff? it's gross! but then i taste it and realize, no it's orangey goodness . . . it's just that one moment. . . damn that moment is weird.

(my title reminds me of the line in the andre breton poem - READ IT - "my wife with the hair of a wood fire . . .")

ya know what else is weird? the fact that i was thinking about jimmy dugan (that's right, the character from A League of Their Own) in the bathroom the other night, and then i got to thinking about the spelling of his name and how the sound is rather rare for english - where else does consonant U consonant make a sound like "oo"? for example, it's spelled like "bug" but pronounced like "true." uncommon, i tells ya. (more word trivia - what english words contain four consonants in a row? the only one i've come up with that's english is "northwest" and it's a compound. also, there are two english words that contain all the vowels [with the exception of Y] in alphabetical order, "facetious" and "bonus points to whoever figures out the other one; i don't remember.")

the rat babies on my hall now look like either inflamed penile tissue (catie's description, not mine) or dumplings. like, you know, sweet and sour chicken dumplings. yum.

um, oh yeah, someone threw me onto his/her bed and kissed my neck, but it isn't what you think. i now smell like her/him.