BLOG ENTRY FOURTEEN: I’ve never understood the appeal of festivals. Greasy men selling hot dogs, churches begging for money, and dogs keen on sniffing every passing person’s butt?
I just don’t get it.
Plus, everything to do there costs money and I am one broke girl. I can’t even take a whiff of the smoke coming off the grill without being charged a solid five bucks. It’s ridiculous.
Yet, more than half the town goes there every single year.
Also, people.
I can't stand them.
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The Honest Ramblings of Ophelia Tombstone
Humor[on hold] BLOG ENTRY ONE: My therapist told me I needed an "outlet" for my "anger issues." But I am not an angry person, just an honest one.
