Medication

Where is my phone?
I was thinking about how I could make all my stuff smell like me again and then I thought What do I smell like, and I smell like this hairspray

And this washing powder 

                                                               
And this soap

But I don't really want to spray all my stuff with hairspray, or rub it with soap. So hopefully the smell of other people just goes away eventually.
Hey. You know when you're getting with someone and you live in the same house and you sleep in the same bed, do you just start smelling the same?
And how is this decided, is it some kind of domineering thing?
I don't know because I don't know how you could change because people's houses always smell the same..
Actually I can't smell Katie's house so I wonder if it smells like my house.
One time I went for ages and I came back and my house smelled really gross and my mother couldn't smell it and she hadn't been away for ages so then I thought, Oh no, maybe our house always smells like this, but then again my mother can't smell any of the things that I can smell.
Joe wrote in his creative writing that my house smells like Asian buns. Which I was a bit worried about, but then Titian said that it didn't, but then again he doesn't appear to be able to smell anything either.
So basically I just need to move in to a house with someone who smells really nice and then our house will smell nice and I can make it smell like my nice hairspray if it doesn't smell that nice, yeah, getting with people -> always the solution. Yeah.
Probably no-one's texted me anyway.
But then again I have sent eight hundred messages this week and I don't reply half the time.
Fine! Don't message me back! I don't even care!
I'm still excited for the end of Being John Malkovich.
Apparently we can say ,,shit'' on the television, in these modern times.
It was dumb to-day, I put on my shoes and then I just felt sad and annoyed about nothing and then I lay face down on my bed for ages.
I like soap. Mm soap. I'd be happy if I just got soap for Christmas.
It's funny to think that it won't be many more Christmases until I get to have my own Christmases with Options, you know, not just Here-we-are-going-to-grandmother's-again-so-that-you-can-all-argue-and-explain-why-no-one-got-any-presents-this-year-and-complain-about-people-that-no-one-else-knows.
Once again, the solution is to get with someone.
Why do they cook the same food every week on The Kitchen Of Hell, it's a little tiresome.
Oh it's lame when people complain about an exam and it's a Schol exam, they totally don't count.

Here's a display picture that I liked.

I don't know the person.

Enjoying other people, what does that even mean.

Oh he is a queer.

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