I was just thinking that I like it when I go over to someone's house and it smells vaguely of cooking. I don't like all cooking smells (I can do without the smoked fish smell that used to linger in my next door neighbor's house in P-town, thankyouverymuch), but overall, a home that smells vaguely of cooking seems very homey and welcoming. I dislike when I walk into someone's home and it's all antiseptic and fucking pottery barn candles and potpourri.

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So, I Googled Jim D. the other day (remember Jim D.? I used to dream about him all of the time. I'd link to the Jim D. entries, but I'm lazy), and it turns out he not only no longer works for my company, he picked up and moved to Br@zil. Liv ing 0n the be@ch in Br@zil was one of his 43 things to do, and god love him, he did it. When I hear about shit like that, it gives me hope. I don't want to li ve 0n the be@ch in Br@zil, but I like the fact that someone else wanted to and made it happen. He also started a blog, so I've been cyber spying on him. Heh.

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All right. So, there's this blog I stumbled upon that I want you to check out, but I'm afraid to link to it. See, this blog is AWESOME because the author is so deliciously strange and nerdy and fantastic (I'm grinning right now just thinking about it), but I have a feeling her blog doesn't receive many hits, and I'm afraid she'll check her referral logs and find me. This is quite the dilemma, because really, I want to share her with the world. I showed D her site, and he's convinced it's a joke, but I don't think so. She's just so bizarre and quirky that she has to be for real. Dang it! Maybe I'll just go ahead and link to it. Tomorrow.