Just Sniffed Grenadine And Got A VICIOUS Sense Memory. During A Heat Wave I Used To Sneak It Outta The

Just sniffed grenadine and got a VICIOUS sense memory. During a heat wave I used to sneak it outta the cabinet and put it on rough crushed ice from the fridge for "snow cones." That was the summer I read Anne of Green Gables. I just got my first American Girl Doll. I OFFERED HER SOME TOO. I gotta sit down. I gotta sit down.

The algorithm finally gets me.

Suddenly I'm a favored mistress of the court, sinking into my bower after the banquet, smiling at the thought that he may pass beneath my window, and catch the scent of the familar attar of those golden mornings. May he remember those days well, and may he remember all his knowing smiles, when he thought himself so clever as forsake and cleanly rid himself of an adoring lover (a peniless maid of no account, no danger yet to him) and may it prick him now that I am worshipped by the very august personage whose jacket he is not fit to button.

Putting perfume on before bed feels so luxe and so crusty at the same time. It's giving Marie Antoinette, Versailles energy.

Putting perfume on before bed feels so luxe and so crusty at the same time. It's giving Marie Antoinette, Versailles energy.

The only true solution is to make more stew, around your mistake, a larger stew, a greater stew than before, and let the sorrows of your past be consumed by the pleasures of the future. Or y'know, just throw it out.

You can't unsalt a stew, my friend.

You can't. Unsalt. A stew.