Wanted:Really, Really Big Tide Pen.

You know that sick feeling you get in the very pit of your stomach when something gets spilled on your favorite shirt in the whole world? And the very urgent feeling you get to pour some weird looking liquid on it? And the disappointment you feel whenever you realize that your shirt is stained and that the stain is not going anywhere? That's the feeling that haunts me from time to time, but no worries, my favorite shirt is perfectly unstained. In some perspective you can say that my life has stains that I can't rid myself of. It's like no matter how hard you try to ignore the brown spot that hot dog sauce left on your white shirt it won't go away. The sad thing is, the more you get used to that stain the more you notice when it fades away...and you kinda actually miss it, even if it was hideous and ruining your image. and in a silly light, you may even wonder if the stain you once had misses you. The stain always leaves behind a little discoloration, though, which can be just as pesky as it was in its full intensity. You no longer have the company of the stain and you start to regret not trying other things when it was there. Like, "stain, do you even want to be here or are you just as unhappy as I am?"

ergh, i am too tired to finish this thought. i'll get back to it, though.