I don't hate Facebook, I just hate what social networking online has made me into. On the internet, I'm refined. In person, I've become somewhat of a babbling fool when I try to form coherent sentences close to what I write online. That's a bit of a exaggeration, but honestly, Facebook has made it so offline interaction feels like a secondary minor.
To other news, I attended the Pumpkinfest in Morton. I've made it a goal in life to be a ticket seller. It must be a gratifying job. Just think of all the people who groan looking at the prices, but yet have to lay down the cash since they won't have anything better to do besides walk around in odd smelling tents. Or even a food vendor, charging 3 bucks for a small Lemonade shakeup that is halfway filled with a rotted lemon and ice. I guarantee these people sleep happier at night than I.
Today I go again, with tickets I hadn't used up yet since my friends don't contain the iron stomach I have. I don't blame them in the least, because the feast I've done with my stomach are damn near mystical. Like eating seafood that's been left outside in the garage in 70 degree weather for a few days. In my defense, it was some great seafood.
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