nothing that connects

i realised that my home-washed uniforms have a smell so familiar which reminds me of BMT. i think i've been washing clothes in camp for too long already. and it also means i'm moving closer to ORD. the driving course, too, is moving quite quickly to its end, and i think i'll miss it for a while (somehow).

men can read maps better than women. 'cause only the male mind can conceive of one inch equalling a hundred miles.

-roseanne