I'm going to go to an orientation on Thursday to try and work at this haunted house thing near where I live on weekends. It's a haunted house/zombie paintball. Haha, that'd be an excellent way to bring in some extra money. I'm so excited.
Now for the bitchy part, lol.
Cross my heart, I don't want to die.
But heaven knows it seems like I try.
Lost in a labyrinth for weeks on end.
I live and I learn from my mistakes, then forget them again.
Got a feeling in my stomach and it just won't quit.
It's subtle as a shotgun. It's heavy as a brick.
Because I'm staring at the devil and the truth of it is,
he's a lot more familiar than I'd care to admit.
BMTH. Love it, times a thousand.
Story of my life.
I just got an e-mail back from a photographer in my town, so expect a set soon. ![]()
xx
Oh and a set from you??!!
Yes... And I find that for some the older one gets the more "confident" and obnoxious they become. Or maybe the dude just likes you.
And Tagsylvania definitely looks cool