It’s finally here. We’re finally going to the county fair. We’ve never been to a fair together. It’s like another first date, but like four years later. YES. HOW ROMANTIC. SO ROMANTIC. I should probably shower.
It’s 3:30pm. I wonder when we’re going? I should probably shower.
It’s 3:45pm. No, yeah, I should definitely shower. But, when? Do I have time? No. I totally don’t have time. Well, no, I know I technically do have time. But, I won’t. I don’t want to. I smell okay. Okay, no I don’t. But, we’ll be outside. Yeah. That’ll be fine.
It’s 4pm. We’re going to the fair. This will be so great. I wonder if he’ll walk ahead of me and turn around, smiling and laughing like in that romantic movie from the 90s. Like, why is he walking away from me, but still smiling? Who cares. It’ll look so cute. He’ll look so cute. I hope he does. SO ROMANTIC. We’ll eat cotton candy like in Lady & The Tramp, but instead of spaghetti, it’ll be a fluff of sugar so that when we kiss, it’s sweet. GENIUS.
OH MY GOD, COTTON CANDY. I forgot. I CAN HAVE COTTON CANDY. Yeah, no, I hate cotton candy. A corn dog. A deep fried twinkie. That’s better. A deep fried twinkie dog. I need to write this down in my iPhone notes.
Deep fried twinkie dog = million dollar idea.
It’s 4:22pm. I really don’t want to go on the ferris wheel.
It’s 4:23pm. Why does he want to go on the ferris wheel.
It’s 4:26pm. Holy cheese balls, GET ME OFF THIS FERRIS WHEEL. GET ME OFF.
It’s 4:31pm. I’m totally gonna barf.
It’s 4:32pm. I’M GONNA BARF.
It’s 4:33pm. I’M GONNA HURL. WHY DID HE DO THIS TO ME?!
It’s 4:34pm. I’m starving.
It’s 4:35pm. Ohhhh, deep fried oreos.