Thursday, August 10, 2006

Apple Spice Cinnamon Something

I never really understood the fascination that so many people had with scented candles. I mean, there are stores that sell NOTHING ELSE, and women seem to flock there. I always assumed that it was some part of the womanly genetic code that just hadn't recoded into my personal genetic material and left it at that.

But then I noticed that the store I work in sells smallish jar candles for $1.50, and I purchased one the other night. I figured that I've done absolutely nothing to domesticate my bedroom (not even putting up those gorgeous movie posters someone gave me - tragic, really), so this could be a step in the right direction.

I lit it, and realized why people love candles so much. The warm glowiness, the homey scent of melting wax, and oh dear heavens, the wick has a FIRE on it - it all felt pretty great. Maybe it's a small step toward appeasing that inner, intense desire I've had for nine months now to just torch my apartment. I don't know why I feel that way (Freud would say "sexual frustration," and between you and me, Freud would be right. For once.), because I don't hate the places I've lived, i just want the excitement of watching something go up in flames. At my hand.

And now I'm starting to wonder if I'm going criminally insane.


Blogger Baltazar said...

landloads don't like smelly candels
somebody rated me out and I never even lit the thing but got the lecture anyway

2:13 PM  
Blogger Mooney said...

And I could tell that you'd turned I smelled the sulfur so clear. And fire's a beautiful sight. And the waves that you burned turned to ashes my dear, and ashes just fall to the ground... and we're only ashes.

9:26 PM  
Blogger Mooney said...

Also a "That 70's Show" quote...

A scented candle? Yeah! Women can't keep their shirts on around a scented candle!

9:27 PM  
Blogger your said...

phentermine nice :)

12:03 AM  
Blogger your said...

phentermine nice :)

8:46 PM  

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