Hooooooooooo jeez.
I hate work.
I'm sick of people. I'm sick of selling things. I'm sick of pretending like I DON'T think that you're fucking retarded when you come up to talk to me.
*sigh*
I really don't think it's a personal thing at all. When I'm not working, I'm perfectly optimistic and quite good at completely ignoring the people around me.. So, I
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BTW, HI. Long time, no talkie. :)
The chairs are supposed to be "mystical transporters" into an alternate dimension. Supposedly created by the Freemason's a fuckton ago (Hence, the freemasonry logo in the center of the chairs), they apparently transport the person in the center chair once three occupants sit in the three chairs at the exact same time. It's all kinda silly, but I did have one INCREDIBLY fucked up experience there.
I went with my mom, ex-gf and Sarah to the place in the middle of the night to check shit out, cus that's what we do, and after tagging around for about 20 minutes with no results, we decided to sit in the chairs. Mom was set to sit in the center chair, and Sarah and I were off to the side. Before she could approach, I swear to god, the fucking thing lit up like a god damned beacon. Not like omnipotent god-fearing like, but just like a dim, almost tungsten colored light. Needless to say, we booked are shit and left. I haven't really fucked around there too much since then, but it's definitely a creeper at night.
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Indeed it has been a while. I hope you are doing well. I heard through the grapevine that you were engaged or something of the sort. If this is the case then a congratulations is in order. I hope your mom and Sarah are doing well. Make sure to tell them both hi for me.
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