I Fling Poo

My Dear Princess, Loulou and Fellows,

This picture was taken at the Howard Johnson on Keele Street in Toronto in 2001. It was one of those hotels that was kind of in the middle of nowhere and I had to take my life into my hands and cross a freeway to get pizza.

Caro and me went there on a tour of Canada which also included Ottawa and Montreal. 

Those days of travelling feel like a lifetime ago, when I was a different person. A person who flings poo, apparently. I loved this t-shirt and had it for YEARS. I remember walking down the street in Chicago and some guys yelled at me, "I FLING POO! I FLING POOOOO!!"

I felt like a rock star. 

Today at work was kind of rubbish. There is a very good chance the shitey project will claim me full time and some other lucky BA will get to be on Team Fun. 

Sigh.

But I have never forgotten how to fling poo.

S.