I mean seriously now, the fireworks that are legally allowed in my state are (say it with me now) Lame. As. Fuck. Its like "oh look at the little smoke snake awww how cute"
I'm having none of that.
So I drove the half-hour or so drive over into Pennsylvania, bought some fireworks (before you ask, yes I have a fake ID. Don't ask how or why, just accept it), and drove back home with the spoils of victory.
Of course, we can't set them off 'til later, so Skye and I have mostly been sitting around with our books (him with his giant black one and mine with The Fault in Our Stars because why not cry over some fictional characters right?).
Scree scree mother fuckers, it's 'Murica's birthday.
~Tori
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