The elevator smelled like peaches today; I wonder if I make the elevator smell. I don't wear colongne, and since i don't work at the bar anymore I don't come home drenched in sweat and booze. But sometimes I come in after just getting off of my bike and I wonder if that leaves something behind. One does wonder.
Last Friday I went to a dance club in gastown that only played Mo-town. Towards the end of the night it transitioned into some hippsteresque music. It was very strange to here Stevie Wonder's Signed Sealed Delivered in a dance club with a bunch of people my age going nuts. It was also tons o fun.
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