The crazy smells in Chicago assault my nose. And when I feel nauseous, like last week, every smell downtown make me feel like I have to vom. I just thought I'd share that.
I've been noticing smells more lately. And no, I'm not pregnant. I got on the train a few days ago and a scruffy looking guy in a beat up leather jacket sat down next to me. He smelled just like my first boyfriend, Derek. I couldn't figure out was it was at first, a specific cologne or something, but right before he got off I figured it out. It was the smell of cheap orange juice and vodka. I found that interesting.
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