(Whose "home sweet home" are we referencing? Because if it's the any of the Kardashian homes, then I'm not interested in a candle that smells of cocoa butter and tears.)
Actually, I think Yankee Candle Co. has already beat me to the punch. I remember going over to a girlfriend's house in high school and being befuddled by her "Winter" scented candle. EVERYONE'S WINTER IS DIFFERENT, YANKEE...suburban white people profiling at its finest? Here's the thing though, I could totally bottle up the scent I'm thinking of. I'd call it "Generic Cold". Imagine the possibilities. It doesn't matter where I am in the world, if it's below forty-five degrees some sort of molecular collision occurs in the atmosphere making everything smell like wet wood chips and maybe a tinge of singular pork chop on the grill. Breathe it in next time. Go on, try it. I've never seen the movie "Snow Falling on Cedars", but I can imagine that if we had smellivision, it might smell something like "Generic Cold" (copyright 2012 Molly Rosenberger).
*One night, my really awesome friend Liz and I were at work and she was talking astrology. Here's the thing, she's either talking astrology or talking burritos, AND THAT'S WHY I'VE DUBBED HER "REALLY AWESOME". Our conversation:
LIZ
Molly, I bet you're a Pisces.
ME
Hell yeah!!! Duh. I'm ALWAYS somewhere else when I should be right here, ya know? Pisces girl problems.
LIZ
Yeah, figures. Pisces cry alone in the dark a lot.
ME
...that's not true...it's truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue.
Admittedly, that dramatic "it's truuuuuuuuuuuuuuue" part was just for the sake of dramatic effect due to being bored at work. I can't even remember the last time I enjoyed a good cry in the dark. However, I have ZERO problems crying in broad daylight. I cried at around three in the afternoon a couple of weeks ago watching the One Tree Hill series finale.

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