Sniff.

A. asked me where the courier went and I said I don't know. But I remember he smelled yummy, exactly like a grilled sausage where others reeked of tobacco and yellow teeth, and there's a bloody uniform in the trash can.

Mm.

The intern did the washing up without being told. Good boy! Good intern!

Gag.

My hairbrush with natural boar bristles smells like a fresh pig sty when I wash it out according to instructions.

Crunch.

Grape nuts, they are like gravel, which makes them fun to eat.

Oh.

On my right palm, the heart/relationships line is nothing but a broken chain from the beginning to the end.

Slurp.

I've taken to drinking green tea at work, but my mind thinks coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee the whole damned day.

Wha?

Am reading through a project proposal from India, and listed as an activity is "CULTUREAL YATRA AND SPREADING HANDBILLS". Sounds Kama Sutric.

Eh.

There is still no Chinese word for 'blog', or so it seems.