Normally the thought of sitting in a log listening to audio-animatronic animals sing about their problems before plunging down, getting soaked by the splash, and freezing while the animals sing about what a wonderful day it is would sound fun to me. Normally the thought of getting into a "doom buggie", hearing a disembodied head in a crystal ball call spirits from beyond the grave, going to a ghost party, and riding through a haunted grave yard while inanimate busts sing about grim grinning ghosts would petrify me. Normally the thought of following Alice down the rabbit hole or facing the Yeti in a bobsled speeding through a mountain sounds like the perfect way to spend a day for me.
Nowadays overly chipper animals give me a headache. Nowadays seeing a candelabra floating in the middle of a seemingly endless hallway thrills me. Nowadays hearing the Red Queen yell or having someone invade my personal space as I nearly get whiplash sounds like a waste of time.
Normally listening to the Jonas Brothers sing about a love bug would be music to my ears. Normally watching horror movies would make me cringe in fear and cover my eyes to avoid nightmares. Normally looking at Bop and Tiger Beat or reading about brooding vampires and their mortal lovers going about their lives would be a day well spent.
Nowadays listening to three fags complain about getting over a girl one day at a time in their overly feminine voices would be enough to land me in and asylum. Nowadays the land of my nightly dreams make s Paranormal Activity look like a Disney movie. Nowadays reading about celebrities as they complain about how no one liked them or about a delusional pretty-boy and his mentally unstable sex toy makes me want to rip my hair out.
Whatever happened to the spunky blond with an eye for fashion and an ear for gossip? What made her change so drastically and is it too late to pull her from the path which leads to an endless black abyss? Is it too late to save me from myself?