BO

You know how when you are in a smoke-filled room, you smell like smoke when you leave? When you used to be able to smoke in bars, I remember waking up and the smoke had transferred from my hair to my pillow and then my pillow smelled like smoke. And I have never been a smoker...

Well, apparently this same phenomenon can occur with BO. I spent a few hours today in a local coffee shop. There are many hippies and homeless people in this coffee shop on a regular basis, so the stench of BO can sometimes be quite high. I have noticed this on a regular basis, but today, it was the worst it had been in a long time. And the worst part? When I left...I still had the BO smell on me. Just like the smokey bar smell that lingers after you leave.

Honestly? I prefer the smoke...

In a relationship - with Penske?

"You're receiving this email because of your relationship with Penske."

This was the first line of an email soliciting boxes to pack for my upcoming move. I rented a truck from Penske, and I suppose this suggests that Penske and I are in a relationship of sorts. Sure, the definition of "relationship" is quite broad, and so the email is, in fact, speaking the truth. However, it just sounds awkward. Perhaps in the days of Facebook, with daily reports of friends' and acquaintances' relationship changes, it is an automatic association to initially think "romantic relationship" when I hear about anyone being in a "relationship with..."

What is even more "Facebook-ish" about the email was that it asked me to confirm my interest in these emails, similar to Facebook's emails asking you to confirm a relationship status or friend request.

I didn't realize that reserving a truck to move to LA held so much meaning...

I'm bad at this

So last summer when I started this blog, it was because I had all of these random things to get out of my system and no one to tell them to. I'm not sure what changed - whether my friends are just being inundated with my random stories or whether I just don't have as many anymore. My life is taking a more "concrete" turn lately, with internship interviews last January, planning for my move in June, and finishing that one last major requirement for grad school called a dissertation. So perhaps that has squashed my randomness? Who knows. I would write more about music, but that seems like it is coming at me at such a fast past lately, that I barely have time to collect my thoughts on particular albums, much less write anything more than "like it" or "hate it." And I'm sure I'd get some random internet commenter hating me for not giving it a shot or not exploring it more in depth.

I also realize that the less often I write, the less people will actually come back and read this site. Regardless, I guess this intermittent writing may continue. Perhaps after I move to LA and have fewer friends to share my random tidbits with, I will have more need to write them here. Who knows.

And to end this post...my dog just farted. It is pretty gross.