Halloween Blows

A total repeat of last year. Me weaving my way past the crowd of slutty cats and eskimos and vampires and Dexters, and omg everyone is so social and friendly (you’d think the masks and face-paint would make everyone act like assholes all Lord of the Flies style, but no). Unfortunately, I eally really need to pee, and the lines everywhere are ridiculously long, so I might as well just go home, because really it’s been two years since I spent Halloween with my boyfriend, and it makes me kind of sad; plus my costume is retarded and that boy who’s attention I try to get, even though I shouldn’t and I really don’t want anything to happen, and he’s most likely gay and refuses to admit it, left, so I really had no reason to stay anyway.   

So I’m just gonna drink some tea and eat some Trader Joe’s stir fry, and cheese, and fall asleep while reading depressing stuff like this: http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/2011/oct/28/my-child-the-murderer and then have nightmares about it.