Monday, September 20, 2010

MEATLOAD

I wholly submit every nerve of my body to the aroma of a freshly cooked meat loaf. Take me, and do with me as you please, you fair fragrance, for you have treated me well. On a day like today, with classes and work from 8 - 5:45, commuting home, then taking care of yard work immediately after, you shed light while I am still working in the dark. To step in a home I've called my own for six years, settle down in a perfectly warmed, perfectly cleaned room, and have that scent seep into my living quarters is more than wondrous. It's phenomenal.

Too bad that comfort is sent directly from the evil FDA. Time to ingest some delicious hormones.

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