yeah, i said it. funnel cake isn't cream-worthy like everyone else makes it to be. it's good, yes, but not orgasmic as say, a pizzookie.
so anyways, i went to the la county fair yesterday and it was quite a departure from what i'm used to doing on weekends. it was fun tho, but man, losing those fucking games does a number on your self confidence. FUCK THOSE GAMES. ate a whole lot, drank a whole lot. good times all around. wish i had a chance to see the world's smallest horse tho. midget horses are no joke.
another thing that is no joke, psychics. two of my friends went to go consult her, but me, i'll take an ez pass on that. i fear psychics. i fear knowing the future. if it's bad, then i'd rather not know it. if it's good, i fear it not becoming true. haha zac knows how whenever we go up to norcal i wonder if the psychic on the side of the 99 freeway knows we are passing her. but yeah, let's hear your thoughts on the topic of fortune telling. i will admit, i get curious sometimes.
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Monday, October 01, 2007
funnel cake ain't that serious.
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i saw a psychic once in venice beach. but personally, i think a psychic is someone who can tell a lot of general stuff about you based on your personality and appearance. for instance, my gay friend wasn't completely out of the closet and when he consulted the psychic, she said she sensed that he was gay.. and my friend was SO amazed that she knew. and i was just like.. welll, uh, it ain't that hard to tell! lol
anyway, that's my take. bye!
p.s. i know, tell zac to smile more in pictures :)
we're going to see that psychic next time we're doing that trip together.
you're going in first though.
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