Music:crown me king- i don't care at all about barry white
there was this cute russian girl in the store today who smelled like the perfect ex-girlfriend. a mix of freshly washed sweatshirts & cigarette smoke & perfume. just the sort of girl you wanted to cuddle the hell out of in college, or who you had some weird nebulous relationship that never involved any making out but in retrospect why didn't you ever make out with that girl? something collegiate & comforting, the sort of smell of the girl sitting next to you on the couch at the relaxed party. she also had torn-up jeans, & didn't complain when the books she sold back weren't worth that much. thanks russian girl for making a good impression on my morning. lets be best friends.