Everything that has a chance of being stained is always a random mix of colors and design. Like movie theater carpeting, hotel bedspreads, and these bus seats. This design of illusion makes me wonder how many stains I am actually looking at but cannot see. Such worry is what causes me to immediately whip the bedspread onto the floor upon entering a hotel room. But I cannot throw these seats to the ground. And I cannot be scared of them for fourteen hours. So I must swallow my fear and realize that these bus seats will probably be the cleanest surfaces onto which I place my head during this entire trip. My germaphobia must cease right now. No more fresh dish sponges every day! No more clean towels every three days. No more freshly laundered pillowcases whenever I please. Fuck! I hope I can do this. I am not cut out to be a backpacker.
Category: Ew
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Gum and spittle
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Ugliest dog ever
That tongue looks like it belongs to my Uncle Edmund. And what’s with the stache? Half of me thinks it’s hideous. And half of me wants to cuddle with it out of pity. Damn, if I could stop cuddling out of pity, life would be so much easier.
