Oh how funny dyslexia can be.
I was trolling on craigslist earlier and not working, when all of a sudden I got a call from my boss, basically freaking out about internet sales. UGH. We are in a pre-recession! We can't make like a million dollars everyday and I want to go to another carnival.
I think tonight, I will work on a map of my dream carnival. It will include all those extreme rides that everyone is shy about riding at first, and then after their friends convince them to do it, they LOVE it. And my carnival will have food, all the good carnival fares such as cotton candy for a dollar, and funnel cake for $2. Yes, my drawing will include prices, because well, I still want my dream carnival carnis to make some money.
In the internal fight between "growing" up and living in as a constant "collegiate" is ongoing. I'm at work, thinking about things for me to do in the middle of the day. I'm at home, talking to my friend about work shit.
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