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raisedbymoogles ([info]raisedbymoogles) wrote,
@ 2009-05-31 19:41:00
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Current mood: grumpy
Current music:Ode to Isis - And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead

Call it my Abject Dumbass Tax.
So it cost me a hundred and fifty dollars to go to the fair today.

Actually, it cost me a hundred and fifty dollars to go home afterwards, when I came back to the parking lot and found that my car had been towed. Turns out it was a pay lot and I had not paid. (The sign, when The Guy pointed it out to me, was in plain sight. I am a dumbass.) So I had to call my dad to come and drive me to the impound lot (and finding the place was a Joy and Wonder in and of itself, let me tell you. Almost more wonderful than the Impatience and Contempt Rays that my dad is so good at putting out).

I'm really still sulking about the whole thing. But the fair was nice, as small-town fairs go. There were Booths, there was Unhealthy Food, there were Rides (which I didn't go on. It didn't seem as fun without someone with me). I bought a little air plant, because it was pretty and seemed low-maintenance enough that even I could keep it alive. It needs a little pot or dish to live in, and a name.

Re: the song in my music slot - I've looked up the real lyrics, but I keep hearing them sing 'this is so exhausting, this is so exhausting.' Which is oddly easy to picture, a bunch of people in a ritual frenzy-dance all singing about how exhausted they are.



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