So, I can conclusively state that I've smelled the worst smelling homeless man in the world

In Philly, there are quite a few homeless people. The good thing about it is that they are the most adorable homeless people in the entire world.
Down the street from me, there's two homeless guys who come out at night who set up an entire living room right on the street, complete with couch, working t.v., and carpet. And then there's the Homeless Depot bunch, who hang out near Home Depot and are, hands-down, THE most adorable homeless people I've ever seen, complete with tans, taped glasses, "Homeless, please help" signs, and every other adorable homeless accessory you can think of.

But I was walking home this morning and got a whiff of the absolute most foul smelling man I've EVER come across in my entire life. It was one of those smells that don't hit you until after you're a few steps past the perpetrator. I kid thee not, it literally knocked me aback with power. It's not like I've never seen this guy, he's there ALL THE TIME, and today people were actually standing next to him and talking to him. Actually breathing in his stench! But I swear to you, this is what the Holocaust smelled like, except maybe to a greater extent. Just thinking about it is making me want to vomit.
Seriously, it was revolting! It was the kind of stench that you can't imagine ever coming off, no matter how hard you try.

On a different note, I made one of my best purchases so far this year. I was thrift shopping with Joe because he's awesome and I had nothing to do that day other than hang out with him, so I figured I'd finally purchase the classic thrift store staple, a giant plaid flannel button-down shirt. I'm about a decade and a half late on that trend, but it's alright, because this thing is beyond comfy and soft and awesome. And when I say it's giant, I mean it's GIANT. I've worn it to bed (I break things in by sleeping in them), which means I've slept in it completely naked, and it's even bigger on me then. But I think that's kind of part of the grunge-y charm of it, ya know?
It wouldn't have the same effect if it fit perfectly.

Well, I'm off to do something totally ca-razy and reckless, because that's what I should be doing.

P.S. I am not "going grunge", nor have I ever been much in to grunge. Except for Sonic Youth <3