Where troubles melt like lemondrops.

It was another of my unconventional Friday today. I enjoyed every piece of priceless puzzled faces harassing my conscious, just like a light humour.

I think I smell like RP. But Bad said I have my own kind of smell.

She claimed that if she shut her eyes and the distinct smell comes along, passing her nostrils, she would call my name, instantly knowing the owner of the smell. So you can ask her if that smell is smelly or nice okay.