I have been going through a big fucking debate with myself for a bit now. I have honestly pondered whether or not going to Forks was in my future. I have given more thought to this question than I did about the conception/birth of my second child. This is torturing me and I need help!!!
What's all the fuss about? It's just Forks dude.
The fuss is that now it's that point in time where I have to make a decision, and I have to make it right the fuck now! If I am seriously gonna do this biotch there will be in depth planning and preparation involved. The kind of shit that takes months to fucking get your shit together for. That means I need to hurry up and make up my mind...nowish.
I've gone through an evolution, since I first heard STY shout it out on Twitarded...I tried to find the link, but fail. If STY or JJ are reading, I love you and props for spawning this mass pilgrimage to the source of all that is Twi...if I ever meet you I
My initial reaction to hearing about the Twitards actually fucking going to Forks was stage one of this evolution.
Oh hell to the muthafuckin' NO.
I was all like "Why the fuck would I do travel to the wettest place in the continental US in fucking October? Chrissakes, those bitches are crazy!"
Flash forward a few months: I get more involved in the blogdom/fandom/whateverthefuckdom, and am meeting some cool as fuck peeps. Like ALOT of women that are just so rad it's insane. I start having a fucking ball getting to know some seriously brilliant and hysterical
Thus was the beginning of stage 2...
Ok, maybe they're just Forks....but look how pretttyyyy they are....
Yeah, Forks started to look better and better. I found myself starting to imagine what everyone was going to do while they were there.... What kind of havoc would be wreaked? Who would get arrested? How would the locals handle a bunch of pervy twisted drunk twi-whores?
I have become so enamored with this crazy as fuck all twi-twat bloggy fandom community that I
I think I neeeeed to go to Fooooorrrrkkkksss.
So here I sit, a sudden and nagging need to try to figure out how the fuck I can possibly get to Forks. Luckily, my hubtardy is not only encouraging me to go but being nearly demanding about it! He actually said to me the other night, "I want you to go to Forks. I hear you talk about how awesome those bitches are all the time, so if you don't go, I will!"
The Fuck You Say.
There are a few fucking obstacles however. I don't fly, so the drive would be epically long, which means more time, money, etc. Plus, it's not a tempting thought to have to make the drive alone...not sure if there would be a way around that though.
We're moving this summer, and I have no fucking clue what my life is going to look like come September. This trip would undoubtedly be the adventure of my life so far, and that thought alone is very enticing. But if I'm gonna do this motherfucker I need to make a decision.
What are all you guys doing? Who's Forkin' it and why? Who's not and why?
Give me the deets, was it an easy decision, or did you agonize over it?
If you're going, how are you getting there, and how has your SO/family reacted?
I need to go have a drink now...
Should I stay or should I go?
Till next time,