finally over my cold. minor as it was, my lack of olfactory stimuli leaves me feeling as if one hand is tightly tied behind my back. smell after all is the strongest of them all.
fondest memories from my break:
bax and sadie playing french bingo- "le moto!!!"
waking up in brooklyn with snow outside the window and music for airports lulling me back to sleep...
a metric ton of glitter in accompaniment with the phosphorescent fellas, b.g., hearts revolution at the stroke of midnight, and the k&m FTW- NYE 2009!!
just try not get all mushy listening to this:
swedes do it better
