I'm going to make this quick because I already wrote an entire post, and Blogger closed down for no apparent reason. So, now I've had two beers that have done nothing to make me drunk, and everything to make me tired and stupid, it's after midnight, and I can't remember what all I just wrote.
Sometimes when all you're writing is bullshit anyway, having to recall it and write it twice, just highlights the ridiculousness of it. It's like being at a bar and trying to tell your friend which one of your mutual acquaintances has herpes, and the band is so loud, your friend can't hear. So, you repeat it, and as you're screaming, "Jenny Jones has the hoips!" the song ends and you're left feeling embarrassed and catty.
All I was going to say, was that lately I've been smelling like my ex-boyfriend. Out of nowhere, I'll catch a whiff of myself, and it's the exact same odor as my ex. (which isn't at all bad)
The other day, I finally figured it out. Last week my neighbor came by and dropped off her old laundry detergent. She got a front loader and it required some very specific kind of soap. So, apparently my ex-boyfriend washed his clothes using All. The things you find out about a guy ten years after you date him...