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I hate Fridays.
On Fridays, I do my work at the Journal, run home, try to immediately fall asleep, get up at 9, then work the whole night at the hotel.
Ugh.
So I brought home this candle, a scented candle, in a jar, made in Texas. It's called "Dang good smellin' conutry candle", made at the Redneck Ranch, and it releases the lovely wroma of... souring milk. But, it's a candle, so i burn it in the bathroom when I'm taking a shower, you know, because it makes me feel pretty.
Apparently, my roommates hate it, because one of them filled the jar up with water, and ruined ost of the candle.
On the one hand, I should be angry, very angry, because it's _my_ candle, and he didn't have the right to destroy it.
On the other hand... it really does smell god awful.
I cleaned it up and I'm burning it now just for spite. But in a day or two, I'll probably throw the nasty thing away.
On Fridays, I do my work at the Journal, run home, try to immediately fall asleep, get up at 9, then work the whole night at the hotel.
Ugh.
So I brought home this candle, a scented candle, in a jar, made in Texas. It's called "Dang good smellin' conutry candle", made at the Redneck Ranch, and it releases the lovely wroma of... souring milk. But, it's a candle, so i burn it in the bathroom when I'm taking a shower, you know, because it makes me feel pretty.
Apparently, my roommates hate it, because one of them filled the jar up with water, and ruined ost of the candle.
On the one hand, I should be angry, very angry, because it's _my_ candle, and he didn't have the right to destroy it.
On the other hand... it really does smell god awful.
I cleaned it up and I'm burning it now just for spite. But in a day or two, I'll probably throw the nasty thing away.
