You know what? Maybe all this self-evaluation, exploration, introspection, and reflection is bullcrap. Maybe it didn't start with my filthy, fruit-fly infested dump of a house. Maybe it didn't start with surprise!water breaking. Maybe it didn't start with watching doctors at their own doctors' office exit the lavat'ry without washing their fucking hands.
Maybe I am trying too hard.
Maybe it all started with that one time when I was 18 and was on a roadtrip with my two best friends, and somewhere down near Smith River, CA, we picked the least expensive motel we could for the night, and upon settling in for some sweet dreams, we found a human turd under the duvet cover.
OMG I would die....die...
ReplyDeleteWe stayed in a Motel 6 in Tewksbury, Mass and OMG it was disgusting, the tub was black, the wall's had dried boogers on em and we found a hair filled elastic band under our bed...We slept on top of the covers with all our clothes and shoes on, then we wrote a nasty ass letter to corporate about how disgusting it was, and how the staff were so unpleasant and unhelpful. They gave us a free nights stay to help change our mind..We then stayed in a beautiful new clean one in Niagra Fall (Wow dump of a town with a lovely Motel 6 in it) and it was a totally different experience.
Just discovered your blog tonight. I think I am in love. Now if you would excuse me - I have to go wash my hands.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad to have you as a follower! :) I hope you stick around, and keep washing those hands.
ReplyDeleteI'm following you too--your blog is very touching and sweet.
ohmigodthatsgross
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