Today I smelled coconut all day. It may have been my shirt that smelled of it, or perhaps the cigarettes I smoked were pirated, as I bought them in Queens at a stationary store run by the Chinese.
Nobody mentioned it though, perhaps I am to take a seizure later on.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring.
I haven't worn my belt in quite a while now, a month or so I'd say. May have something to do with the new pants. Regardless though, I tire of it.
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Many of my socks exhibit what are for all practical purposes holes. The situation weighs upon me greatly. Do the Chinese traffic in these?
I shall check for them at the stationary store.
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