04.15.2008 - 12:34 p.m.

On Sunday I was helping a friend make pesto, so I was chopping garlic cloves into little tiny pieces, then scooping them up in my fingers to dump them in the cuisenart or with the shrimp.

Two showers, a long bath, and numerous hand-washings later, my fingers still smell. A good smell. And I like that, the way your experiences linger long past the moment you live them.

Never you mind that when they are bad experiences, I hate it.

-stonebridge

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