I just had derby practice last night and we joke around about "derby stank" but we understand--the combination of pads and serious sweat are sometimes going to result in some smell. We go with it.

One year for halloween we played a derby benefit show and I went as my friend ref Johnny Zebra. I borrowed his pads and helmet. I can still smell them in my nightmares.

I need to air out my gear and gear bag REALLY badly. I don't like to wash my pads too often because it breaks down the spandex and stuff, shortening the life of the pads. But I do spray them with some white vinegar/water and air them out in a mesh bag.

Let us not speak of krav funk. But it's understood that you change shirts if you take consecutive classes, and shower afterwards, and you hold your breath when you have your face pushed into unfortunate places.

Still, if you have a sweat aversion, it's not a good place to be.

plum juice:

OMG, I dreamt I went undercover as a sex worker last night. It was entirely surreal. I don't even know whose brain this is anymore.

I just need to let it go. I think if she brings it up again I will just say that I think it is a my body/your nose thing and thank her for the rides and say I am happy to take the bus.

I also am totally not bothered by smells. I mean, I work in costuming/wardrobe. It has to be pretty bad for me to find it anything other than just a smell. Of course, I am also a "mouth-breather". The things that kill me are perfumes, air fresheners, body washes, febreze.

I had a classmate in grad school who was a very very heavy smoker AND wore heavy rosewater perfume I guess maybe as an attempt to cover it up? I am not super-sensitive to smells, but it was torture to sit through class with her.

There was a guy in college I could smell anywhere, and nobody else seemed to notice. I think that was a pheromone thing, not to get all Bella Swan about it (yes, still reading Twlight - she uses STRAWBERRY SHAMPOO).

My favourite smelling guy was my only boyfriend. He smelt really good. It was disturbing, and might in fact explain why every woman I knew that knew him wanted to sleep with him. And he smelt strong. After he left town, my apartment smelt like him for weeks.

But nice happy smell. In fact, I started to smell like him while we dated.

Creepy pheromone fucker. I think I liked how he smelt more than I liked him.

Someone mentioned Tumblr. Tumblr has basically consumed my soul. It's just so easy and fun.

In other news, I finally went to the doctor after a month+ of a hacking cough, have bronchitis, two days into medicine I feel like a new person. Yay for medicine. Someday I will be a good enough person that I will actually see a doctor before I suffer for over a month! I just so hate going.

I'm gonna try see if I can upload one thing off my HD and at least one external link to tumblr every day. When I'm not travelling, that is.

We'll see how long it lasts.

All of tumblr is blocked at work for me.