Journal of Lies
Untruths, half-truths,
and lies of omission



Scents seered into the psyche
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Mood:
olfactory

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Gah! I'm sitting here at work and all I can smell is baby poop.

I can't tell if it's just my imagination or what.

I've washed and rechecked my hands, looked over my clothes, spun around in circles trying to determine if I'm just crazy, or I managed to stain myself in the 3 minutes between putting on work clothes and walking out of the house.

Gah!

It's gonna be one of those days, I can tell.


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