"you were clearly a gay man in your past life"-My mother
"Well the way things are turning out I wish I was a gay man in this life"-Me
Conversation I had with my mom about how all the guys I show an interest in turn out to be gay.

This afternoon when I got home from job 1 I went to go have a nap before the party...It was nice I had a dream where Michael Phelps came to NL and I went to meet him but he didn't have time so I cried and he felt bad so he agreed to meet me then I showed him around town and we ended up married?? However then one of my friends called and asked if I was going to this get together with a bunch of friends and honestly I was just planning to sleep through it but she convinced me so I got up and got ready really quickly and headed out. It was acutally a really goodtime its sad I was always so busy working over the summer that I never realized how much I missed my friends now they start MUN next week and I feel like Im gonna lose them all. I want like a once a month get together and they keep saying "oh we will see each other more than that" but there all super busy so I doubt I will

xoxo
 

 

Im going through serious olympic withdrawls..and slash withdrawls I mean naturally now that the olympics are over the community is going to die down a bit but lately I've had no time for anything that isn't olympic slash. So the GP is after the community like really dies down I will go catch up with the other ones i enjoy.
Last night I went to a birthday party for my friend who is also leaving the province for school thursday it was a good time just a bunch of us sitting around eating chinese and catching up its sad we didnt do half the things we planned...
So the other night I realized I had my first alcoholic drink in a german beer hall...I think thats pretty sweet I was 16 and we had these massive beer mugs *memories*

xoxo

"August 26, 1920, the Nineteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution became law, and women could vote in the fall elections, including in the Presidential election"

Body Odour - or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Musk

by Liz Upton, 20 June 2008

Body Odour - or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Musk
Some years ago, I used to work in an office with a guy who didn't wash. There is no subtle way of saying this: he stank.

The odour of a human body is complicated. It's not all armpits and stale sweat; most of your pheromones are produced by the oil glands on the scalp, and my old colleague had oil glands aplenty. There is (excuse me for the indelicacy) that groiny smell particular to men - women have their own smell too. And there are feet, and farts, and untold grotty things trapped in bodily crevices. My ex-colleague announced himself with a loud smell before he entered the room, and stayed there for a long time after he'd left.

Oddly, we're very shy about smelling and being smelled. Nobody ever mentioned to Mr Nosetrembler that he had a problem, for fear of upsetting him and embarrassing themselves. Instead, the desk next to him just remained empty, while everyone else brewed excessive amounts of fresh coffee, wore a lot of cologne and kept the windows open. For years. It's the same modern instinct that has us larding on the deodorant in the morning, using air freshener in the bathroom and soaking the bedsheets in Febreze fabric conditioner. Body smells are simply not the done thing these days, so much so that we can't talk about them in polite company, and perfumery is one of the places you can look to for proof. Just look at how we're constructing fragrances - since the 1990s, Calone, a synthetic molecule which has an oh-so-clean ozonic, marine scent completely unlike any beach you've ever been to, has become boringly ubiquitous. In large measure, this is because we think it makes us smell fresh and clean. (Think Eau d'Issey, Calvin Klein Escape, Kenzo pour Homme, Aquawoman by Rochas and so on.)

When I was a child, my brother and I had a He-Man doll - yes, I know you men like to call them figurines, but face it; they're dolls - called Stinkor, who came packaged with a little comic called 'The Stench of Evil'. Stinkor was not a favourite of our mother, who demanded we went into another room before playing with him. He had a scratch-and-sniff patch on his front which released an overwhelming musky reek. It was terrible and glorious. Of course, we scratched and sniffed again, and again, and again, until poor old Stinkor wore a hole in his chest. Something odd was going on here; Stinkor smelled dreadful, but his musky tang was strangely addictive. Human body smells, like those of my old colleague, can be horrifying once they've fermented and aged a little. It makes us forget that in other circumstances, like Stinkor's, they can also be fascinating, exciting, dangerous, beautiful and even sexy. I've one friend who loves it when his wife is pregnant, "because she smells like puppies". Another friend will only date men with hairy chests, "because I love the smell". (Why do people only ever admit these things when drunk?) And you've all heard about Napoleon's short but lustful battlefield message to Josephine reading: "Am returning in three days. Don’t wash."
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How I Think I Smell

by Walker Minton, 21 August 2008

How I Think I Smell
I like the smell of perfume. A simple timeless pleasure of things that smell good. However, like many things, once I start to think about a little, the simplicity has a tendency to evaporate at the speed of citrus top notes.

The complexity starts with a problem of over indulgence; I am fortunate enough to possess many bottles. The catch is that with the rich diversity in my cupboard comes a very modern dilemma: options are too many, criteria too few (or to put it another way: which shall I wear today and why?)

Part of my solution is not to wear them. I like to sniff perfumes direct from the bottle or from a blotter; spraying toilet paper is a favourite method. This allows me to indulge in sensual pleasure without the commitment of a whole day of smelling of it. It also seems to reveal the detail so much more clearly than a remote sniff captured floating up from skin. It allows me to unpick the accords and how they relate to each other, to really absorb the transitions from top through middle to base. I can appreciate the craft, the progression, the depth, the balance, the beauty, the detail and the gestalt.

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