Jamalyn (jamalyn) wrote,
Jamalyn
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Scent of a Woman

I left the heater on while I was at work today; low, just enough so that the house is missing the sharpest edge of the wet cold that has settled over everything. It’s nice to walk in and only a few moments later, feel your fingers start to tingle and thaw.

But, problem is, the uncirculated, unnaturally dry air allows the little wall plug air freshener work so much more ... economically (I suppose).

I feel like a large assemblage of long-past-gracefully aging southern ladies have spent the day roaming about my apartment, so heavy is the flowery, almost alcoholic perfume scent lingering in every room.

It makes me distinctly uncomfortable.

I want to check the liquor cabinet.

~*~

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