Come Smell My Package

Hello all,

I have started to receive packages of my things from Fuckhead. It’s like Christmas; if for Christmas you were only given things that you bought for yourself months if not years ago and you had no recollection of what you actually wanted for Christmas. It’d be a pretty shitty Christmas. I guess the only similarities are opening boxes and seeing things you already expected to be there. We, in the Rogers’ household, have a scheduled Christmas; plan it right and nobody gets hurt.

I already got one box of DVDs and today I got a box of clothes. As I went through the clothes I can not explain why I did what I did, I can only say that I did it obsessively. Piece by piece, I smelled each article of clothing. I don’t even know what I was smelling for. A stranger observing me would have seen a psycho huffing the Gap 2007 spring season and old jazz pants, but I think maybe I was trying to see if the smelled like him. I remember smelling him and thinking that it was intoxicating, but I have no idea what he smells like now. That’s probably a good thing.

As I smelled through a portion of my wardrobe, I would check and see if the previous one smelled like the one I had in my hand, if the pants had more of a scent than the shirts, or if they smelled like more of what they smelled like together or separately. For the most part they smelled like old fabric softener and a humid box.

On the down side he has sent me some things that aren't mine. How frustrating is that.....really. Really fucking frustrating. I mean seriously asshole, if you are going to sent me all this random shit why not send me, oh I don't know..... some of the God damn furniture of mine that you threw out! Or, or maybe, my microwave! Or possibly some of my fucking dishes! Or ANYTHING ELSE! I don't want your ugly ass sweaters from your "moody boho" period. Fuckhead, I call you Fuckhead for a reason.....GOD!.....ug!.......Fuckhead.

All I can say for certain is that swine flu outbreak started in 2 states: New York and Indiana (the news told me so). Coincidence? I think not. Fortunately enough Mom has brought home some face masks that a friend has pressured her into buying. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go and inhale a box of clothes to see if I can remember a person that I hate.