Looking Around
Sometimes as I sit on my dog pee-stained futon, I think, “Why is it so freaking cold in here?” And then, I look to my left and realize that while the window is shut, it is out of its frame, leaving a half an inch gap between the top and lower panes. And I think about all my expensive, forced air heat escaping the apartment, moving up into the atmosphere, and contributing, in a way I don’t fully understand, to global warming and the death of our species. I then think about the humid air washing into my apartment, contributing to the urine smell I choose to ignore because I think it should be my roommates’ job to throw out the futon. And also, we have very few things to sit on.
Secondarily, how freaky is this:
- Last night, I had an inexplicable dream in which Andrew and I walked into my bathroom, and he said, “Ew. It smells like farts in here.”
- Last night, Andrew went to see Volver, which I did not. After I told him my dream, he said the movie has a scene in which a character walks into the bathroom and says, “It smells like farts in here.”
What are we to take away from this, other than my boyfriend and I are telepathically sharing thoughts of a weirdly immature nature?
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December 21st, 2006 at 4:12 pm
To be fair, “farts” is one of the more common scents to be found in a bathroom (others include, but are not limited to: urine, cleaning product, and festive candle). If both your dream and the film had included references to a bathroom that smelled like, say, freshly baked cookies, it would be all the stranger.