So you know how sometimes you can be absent-minded about something? I, for example, recently bought some soap at Duane Reade. It's sitting in the "foyer" of my apartment (well, where I put the bag down in the hall by the front door). This is all of about eight or nine steps to the bathroom.
So why is it that every morning when I'm taking my shower, when I reach down for the soap, it's still in the hall?
Don't worry about me smelling, though. I'm gay and I have plenty of lovely shower gels, all of which have lovely scents. Today, I smell like Thai flowers.
Posted by Jon at February 27, 2004 08:14 AM | TrackBack