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~*Hands
My hands smell from this mornings perfume i put on my wrists for fun. The smell was honey like under my sleeve. Without my sleeve, sniffing my naked wrists, it smelled so strong. As the scent got weaker, it somewhat started to smell like cologne.
'Smells like my grandpa's cologne!'
Megan said.
I like it. The smell of a man on my wrists, let my mind wandered into some weird fantasy. It wasn't about like grandpa's or anybody, but just how i could've gotten the scent on my wrist.
What if i wrapped my arms around a guy, his sweet scent rubbed against my wrists. He said to remember him till he came back for me. His scent was all i had left of him.
During class i giggled about my fantasy. I thought this was good, ya know. If i ever want to be a romance novelist, my mind has to go somewhere. Yet i found myself not knowing what to do during classes. i was such in a good mood that i didn't win or answer correctly, a problem I had. Some silly game. Also, my mind was clear, because Ariana wasn't there to complain about Riley. Yet.
Now my hands smell like beef. Not beef in general, like that asain kind of resteraunt smell. It bothers me, and makes me hungry. Then i imagined myself working at Thaiangels bascially dropping the food on the ground. Burning food, and messing up orders. I was instead, put on cleaning duties.
My hands, i don't know. Just gave me another excuse not to pay attention in life. I simply wrote this in my journal because i wanted to remember my silly fantasies.
This has to be my shortest journal entry yet.
 NinteyDegrees_South · Tue Oct 07, 2008 @ 02:25am · 1 Comments |
