I ain't no sicko that loves to watches scary movies and get scared.
in fact, I hate scary movies.
I'm not saying if you love scary movies you're a sicko, but oh my god do you like getting scared?
story time
alright, so on Sally's birthday me, her, and a few other friends went to see Mockingjay. I was sitting next to, let's call her lily. and you know how they have ads before the movie? well, an ad came up for that new movie 'the boy'
and me and lily hid in each other's fucking shoulders through the whole thing
satan on a fucking canoe
ass
bitch
can you tell I'm passionate about this from my profound use of curse words?
of course, about two goddamn months later, (that was in November) she has the brilliant idea to ask me to go see either 'the boy' or 'the forest' with her. and sally would come to film our fucking reactions. because sally, unlike me and lily, doesn't get scared. her scared is lightly jumping in her seat. me and lily's is jumping to the ceiling and screaming our lungs out.
so we're going this Friday. I'm not prepared.
so, should we see 'the boy' or 'the forest'?
fuck my life
-darcy
edit- sally isn't going. me and lily are going to be alone. I'm not o-fucking-kay.
edit 2.0- sally went with us. we saw 'the boy'. I'm not sleeping for two years.
(This is Sally. The movie wasn't scary. You're a wuss Darcy)
