in bizarre chain of events, i spent the better part of my st. peter i-should-be-sleeping-now evening scrubbing out the washer, removing not-10-but-20 [goddamn american spirits' amazing charcoal&double filter technology!] squeaky-clean bits of compacted fluff, and shaking out my orange/red/yellow/pink/light purple [[yes, i seperate my colours like a madman]] clothes.

i immediately starting hitting the sauce--a fine, tangy hefeweissen sauce conveniently contained in 4 12oz bottles.

i also found a nearly-full bottle of poppers... i'm sorry, i mean "video head cleaner" ...that i purchased toward the tail end of living in sweden. or maybe when i was visiting london/reading during the following schoolyear. i don't know why i had hidden them in the basement of my mum's house.

i'm keeping them. only to prove to y'all that i DO buy souvenirs. just not one's typical postcard fair. [[though, i might be able to get away with classifying them as "knickknack."]]

i won't be using them. there has to be an expiration date.

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