Ok, so actually, I have just determined that it was not my pants, but MY HAND that smelled like vomit.

And now, after washing my hand THROUGHLY... WITH SOAP..

Now, I kid you not, my hand smells like chicken.

My left hand DID smell like vomit, but NOW it smells like chicken.

I'm so hot. Wanna make out? Wanna make out and I can run my vomit/chicken hand through your hair and across your face?

Tempting.

I'm sure.

Oh my god.

Seriously.

They really really smell..

I'm sitting here in the sunlight, at my desk, and the sun on my pants is like BAKING the vomit smell out of them into my nose.

wow.

This is AWESOME.

Ok, so. Today.

Today, for some unexplained reason my pants smell like vomit.

I'm pretty sure it's my pants.

I was sitting on the "T" (that's 'Boston' for 'Subway') and thinking, jesus, there must have been some serious booting in here after the game last night (that's 'Boston' for 'vomiting' and 'Red Sox Baseball Game').

I thought perhaps I had sat in some residual vomit. Maybe.

But now, sitting at my desk, I cannot blame this smell on anyone else.

It's me. And my pants. My vomit pants.

Smelling like vomit doesn't make you feel pretty. By the way. In case you were wondering.

If you were planning on going out and getting all vomity and then wearing the pants that smelled like this vomit, I would probably advise you to just skip it. It's not all it's cracked up to be.

Trust me.

Oh yes, I'm back.

Had a little 'interlude'. But I'm back.

Ok, this is my question for 'you', whomever that may be.

Who the FUCK wears (or even CAN, I mean in the HR sense of 'can') wear a goddamn CAMI to work?* Under a jacket otherwise.

Who?

Unless you're a highclass call girl.

That is all.

*this excludes those of you living in New York City.