snowball

I got this new hand soap, called “Frosted Coconut Snowball.” It's the dreamiest scent ever. When I’d unpacked (from Spring break) and had everything in place, I dragged Andy and Leong into my bathroom. Wash your hands,” I suggested, holding up the soap dispenser and turning on the tap. “Ok, Leong said, offering her upturned hands for soaping.” “Sure,” Andy said, assenting with his hands as well. I pumped out a generous, foaming squirt for each of them. Leong held the foam up to smell. “Oh, my GOD,” She moaned, “is this edible? I shook my head no. Andy sampled his as well, “Nice!” he agreed. Which is volumes from a guy. “I fell in love with it.” I declared, adding, “You know, I never used to wash my hands before - now, it’s practically a habit.” Andy chuckled. “Good to know,” Leong said, before she began slowly inhaling the fragrance off her now-dry hands. our cast: Leong, (roommate) 20, is a ‘molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major’ from Macau, China. She’s a proud communist (don’t knock it until you’ve tried it). We both speak Cantonese (her English is perfect) so we talk a lot of secret trash together. Andy, 21, Everyone knows Andy. Not by name, of course, he’s like an extra on the stage of life - you’ve seen him around. He’s carrot-topped, always darkly dressed, a soft spoken, chain-smoking divinity-school undergraduate. He’s so smart, I don’t know what he’s talking about half the time. (Seriously) . . our cast: Leong, (roommate) 20, is a ‘molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major’ from Macau, China. She’s a proud communist (don’t knock it until you’ve tried it). We both speak Cantonese (her English is perfect) so we talk a lot of secret trash together. Andy, 21, Everyone knows Andy. Not by name, of course, he’s like an extra on the stage of life - you’ve seen him around. He’s carrot-topped, always darkly dressed, a soft spoken, chain-smoking divinity-school undergraduate. He’s so smart, I don’t know what he’s talking about half the time. (Seriously)