That's some good assonance. Is that the right word?

It sure is: recurring vowel sounds.

Some people are just stinky. I took a dance class in college, and there was one guy there. Came to class freshly showered every day, but poor guy had a honk on him so bad it could clog your windpipes. I assume he had some organic issue, like trmethylaminuria.

I just couldn't remember if assonance was only for words beginning with vowels.

I guess I shouldn't talk, I have one pit stinker than the other. It's just difficult working in close and very sweaty proximity with him on a daily basis.

I love that you can highlight a word in iOS, and say "Define" and it pops open a definition of the word. i tell ya. Kids today are spoiled. Back when I was a kid, you had to find the dictionary, plow through it, hope it had the word you were looking up. So easy today. Of course, today, you don't get distracted by other words around it. So... maybe I got the better end of the stick... eh. Not really. My vocab sucks. And spelling is worse.

Inspection has been set for Wednesday Morning! 9am. But the realtor says I don't have to show up until 10:15. Um. Why? Is that normal? I want as much time in the place as possible. Should I be squeeky wheel on that one?? Eeep.

(incidently, I forsee a lot of "eeps" and "woots" in the coming weeks. Pardon the repition. There is a bit of fear factor in spending more in one purchase, than all 7 years of college/grad school... and doing it alone!)

Unrelatedly, listening to Proopcasts at work has me wanting to refer to my coworkers as "bro-hame" and "pumpkin butter."

We often call our dogs Bro-Hame. Also referring to all competition shows as "America's Finest Kittens" based on a Proops rant.

Some people are just stinky.

I had a roommate with a stinky boyfriend. So she bought him Fahrenheit cologne, which only combined with the BO to create an unholy smell. To this day, the smell of Fahrenheit makes me nauseous.

I am sharing a house with 2 teenage boys who don't smell like goats. Or Axe. I am impressed.

Speaking of stink. A dude got on the bus just now with a full load in his pants. The driver threw him off at the next stop, but dang. I feel for the man. He was likely homeless, and definitely hammered enough that he didn't know he was carrying bad baggage. So, there's degrees of stink.

I've taken the bus once in downtown LA, and I think I'm good. That was rank. In West LA it's nothing noticeable, but I was really trying to work out how not to breathe for that short run downtown.

Yeah, public transit has been much more pleasant on the times I've used it on that side of town.