1000 flushes

I've lost my tolerance for anything remotely stimulating.

I had one cup of chai with dinner, 1 fucking cup of weak chai with milk and all I can think about is the speed addict I met in Oregon who repeatedly laced and unlaced his knee high army boots over and over and over again while coming down off a high. I got the shakes like a goddamn junkie and the nervous strained giggle that comes with a bad caffeine trip.

I eat anything with onion or garlic in it (which isn't often) and within 15 minutes it starts to leak out of my pores.

The sake I drank last weekend - began to sweat it out as well within the hour.

Should i engage in Santa Cruz behavior I sweat skunk for days.

The Indian food I had tonight is not only making me sick as a d-o-g but my arm pits smell like a tandoori oven.

And you know what... well any readers out there probably don't want to know but .. there's nothing sexy about tandoori/onion/garlic cooch. Not. At. All.

So why is it that since I eat a lot of fruit I don't smell like blackberries or grapes? Why not the Italian dressing I like on my salad? Why is it that when I take shots of rose water straight I don't smell like roses? Rose water is pretty potent stuff. I heard that tisane can scent certain juices - bull shit. With a body like mine that seems to flush out food aromas like nobody's business I should smell like chamomile, lavender and jasmine by now. I should smell like a floral market.

I should appreciate that my body has decided to become a super cleaning machine but I think I'd like it more if it did it in some way that didn't require that I stink or that it would flush some fat off my stomach instead.


On a side note. I saw Zodiac tonight and my lovely friends didn't tranq me up before hand which is customary before taking me to any movie that is remotely scary since I can't handle the slightest amount of adrenaline any more either. I must find a good romantic comedy to sedate myself with.