Monday, October 16, 2006

Screwed.

I'm doing laundry and I pull out the pink pashmina I wore to Dino's Saturday night. I put it to my nose, expecting it to smell of sweat and dancing and letting loose and exertion and ehaustion, but it smells great.

It smells like him.

Fuck.

1 comment:

Soul said...

Tori, I think that means you got it bad....