dear before the beginning diary,
still lingering in the busy parking lot, a person could get used to the noises here. the rattles of the carts and occasional outburst from a child are almost calming until some motorcycle fucktard fires up his bike and scares the heebie jeebies out of you, i scare easily anyway but for crying out loud.... really? are we at sturgis? we went for a ride the other day and it almost killed me. i don't like the motorcycle and my days of pretending i do are over. my forehead feels like there is an ant farm crawling on it when i get off and i cant hear shit when i'm on there- so that pretty much does it for me. i'd rather ride a go-cart or a horse or even a pogo stick. at least it's quiet again and i can enjoy the sound of the shopping carts.
still lingering in the busy parking lot, a person could get used to the noises here. the rattles of the carts and occasional outburst from a child are almost calming until some motorcycle fucktard fires up his bike and scares the heebie jeebies out of you, i scare easily anyway but for crying out loud.... really? are we at sturgis? we went for a ride the other day and it almost killed me. i don't like the motorcycle and my days of pretending i do are over. my forehead feels like there is an ant farm crawling on it when i get off and i cant hear shit when i'm on there- so that pretty much does it for me. i'd rather ride a go-cart or a horse or even a pogo stick. at least it's quiet again and i can enjoy the sound of the shopping carts.
