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[mmmrorschach]

I have decided that I don't like roller coasters. In fact, I would pay money to experience whatever the opposite of a roller coaster is. I think it would involve a few hours spent in a hammock, a vanilla milkshake, and maybe some narcotics. Where's the line for that

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[waitingonsunday]

I would be in that line. The first roller coaster I went on was at the Florida State Fair (I think) and it was called the Wagon Dragon. I was seven or eight, but it was for kids, and my dad insistd that I really, really wanted to ride it. I was the only rider. He kept telling me to put my arms up and shout, "WOOOOH!" and I did so, half-heartedly, maybe a little sarcastically, but it was right as I was going down a drop and it scared me. I have hated rollercoasters ever since. People laugh when I tell them this, but a week or so ago, I saw in the news that a child was killed on a similar indoor kiddie roller coaster. Those things are scary!

As for the rest, D^: in a big way. I'm paranoid about food, and never eat it unless I can see it. Even cereal, because I have to pick out the weird pieces, like the giant Honeycomb clumps that are just a bunch of smaller Honeycombs melded together.

[mmmrorschach]

My dislike for roller coasters goes way back to before I even knew what I was being strapped into. I don't even have the excuse of being frightened by a dragon or the Florida State Fair. My roller coaster was shaped like a caterpillar and went around in a circle that featured terrifying three-foot drops. Since then, whenever my family and I walked past a similar ride, my parents always remembered to point out how I cried all the way around the track. But jeez, at least neither of us died. That's terrible.

I am just now learning that buying food in bulk and living by yourself are not a good combination. I've since bookmarked stilltasty.com.

You don't need an excuse to be frightened of the Florida State Fair

[mortimer_ford]

My mom conned me onto Space Mountain. If you ask anyone, the general consensus it that Space Mountain is a ride for total pussies. I don't even think the thing has seat belts. Nevertheless, that was the end of my thrill ride career. I have a memory, which I'm not entirely sure is true or imagined, of a blob of vomit descending down through the stobelight.

[mmmrorschach]

If you've never seen a photograph of what the Space Mountain track actually looks like, let's just say you're better off not knowing.