story of the carnival
Saturday, 4 August 2012 @ 4:18 pm
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There was one day that was supposed to be the day that I would finally visit a carnival with that lovely guy and enjoy all the fun and lights and cotton candies and haunted houses. But then that one day turned out to be a scary, hurting, tear-streaming, and annoying night spent at the coffee shop alone with Stephen King's Under The Dome and cups and cups of coffee.
I spotted the carousel and the ferris wheel and the lights and the noise and the cotton candies, alone. How fun is that?
I demand to get me back my carnival night.
I DESERVE to have one romantic carnival night at least once in my life. But I guess I am just being overreacting and overwhelmingly impossible.
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