Prehistoric Poop
I went home for my best friend's wedding this past weekend and so inevitably began thinking about the past. It's funny how some memories are triggered by the weirdest things...take TresEmme shampoo for instance. For the longest time, the smell of this shampoo, which was associated with a particular bundle of past memories, was so revolting it made me want to vomit.
I also stumble upon pieces of the past which, much like petrified poop, still exist...I am very much aware they are poop, but over time they've lost their stink. I guess it's these pieces of petrified pain and anger which form who I am today and remind me never to step in the same shit twice.
I also stumble upon pieces of the past which, much like petrified poop, still exist...I am very much aware they are poop, but over time they've lost their stink. I guess it's these pieces of petrified pain and anger which form who I am today and remind me never to step in the same shit twice.