Work. Left to get to my job at 7:45. Got to work at 8:45 and proceeded to do my **** (with a one hour and fifteen minute lunch) and got off at 8:00 pm. I felt dead.
I have to go to an amusement park tomorrow, and am still waiting on Arrested Development. At least one episode before I go to sleep, and **** pst. They said 12am, which I took to be 0:00 hours, EST. Not so.
I am taking my mom, my sister, and my sister's friend to an amusement park tomorrow. My mom is bitching because there is one ride there I will not ride, and she doesn't want to ride it alone. That being the haunted house, one of two of its kind remaining in the world. I should love it, because I'm a thrillseeker, but something about it has always given me the heebie jeebies.
I attempted to ride it last year and was literally in tears. I can't ride that ****. Walk through haunted houses with people grabbing me, I'm fine. But this one...I can't do it. It's horrifying, and I can't make it through.
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