Smells like meat. Rotten meat.

Firstly, Don't hate on me because i like the new nelly furtado record.

Lastly, What's the anatomical opposite of a dickhole?

Then I had a an awesome nostalgic moment. It was elicited by a night drive with the windows down, the sun roof open, dressed in summer attire, and grooving to A Tribe Called Quest's Midnight Marauders. It took me back to last summer. A monumental summer. A pivotal summer. But, that cd, particularly "Award Tour" "We Can Get Down" and "Electric Relaxation" along with Mos Def's Black On Both Sides and The Roots' Game Theory were the soundtrack to my summer. All that mattered to me was hip-hop, smoking trees, playing disc golf, and hanging out. Focused on the positive. A mending summer.

Already in a good mood, the moment took me to an almost euphoric state. All the stressors, which are not in abundance by any means, but there nonetheless, went away for a little bit while i drove to Starbucks and back home. It might as well have been July '06.

It is pretty phenomenal that the right combination of stimuli can have that kind of effect on a person. The music is key, though. I think the real phenomenon lies with the music. It would have just been a pleasant, warm night drive without the presence of "Award Tour." It was the music that evoked the event.

Secondly, Nostalgic moments cued by music are a common occurance for me, as well as stench nostalgia.