Lilacs Are Amazing (I’m a Total Homosexual)
Abbey brought in lilacs today and god, they smell wonderful. She suggested I blog about it per our conversation. They’re the the color of lilac (duh, a light purple), a flower that only blooms in spring and they have sentimental value for me. The smell reminds my childhood, where i grew up and my mother, because she was/is fanatical for lilacs.
Oh god, How gay. I just threw up all over myself.
