fruitcake

(the thing in the stairwell in the ramp.)

everyday i park in the same ramp for work and everyday i take the stairs.

why you ask? (or, well, you probably don't, but i'll pretend like you do.) hmmm...is it because i eat potatoes and cookies for dinner and feel the need to walk up six stories a day to avoid becoming super-sized? nah.

ok then...is it because i enjoy exercise? absolutely not. nope, it's actually because the staircase smells super good. it smells fruity, like something i remember from when i was little. for some reason, this inner-city's parking ramp smells fruity and happy.

it scares me to think about why it smells fruity, so i don't think about it...i just enjoy it.