I just found myself in ways I couldn't help
Oh dear, Good Morning. My milk and cereal are happy to see you.Sickest Halloween ever! My first real Halloween, actually. Which is sort of a shame. I mean, why didn't we do fake blood last year? It's totally rad.
Pretty much everyone was dressed as themselves, except for (name redacted) who came as Frodo. We found some green paint in a drawer and managed a martian, Shrek, Shrek 2, Shrek the Third, and the Whomping Willow, before we eventually ran out of paint. I can't believe I let them talk me into dressing up as the very violent tree from Harry Potter. Peer pressure is getting very crazy these days. And so is the pressure from the media.
We saw a group of girls, who looked 14 or 15 maybe, dressed up as hookers last night. Quite worrying, because they seemed to be morally bankrupt, or something. (Is that an evil thing to say about someone?) One of them was wearing a top so small, I could roll up and stuff into my nostril if I'd wanted to. Halloween, defined by the Mean Girls in 2004, is the one time a year when girls can dress like a total slut, and no other girls can say anything about it. They don't even mention candy once; which is ridiculous, if you ask me.
Dinner didn't involve Lamb in the end. Why do I still bother with plans? I was sorta bummed out at first, but got over it and had 3 bowls of noodles. So, I'm thinking that I might be taking the whole "Don't really care for body image anymore" thing a little bit too seriously. 3 bowls of noodles, way past sundown? Yea...... Gag me with a spoon. Anyway, I was finishing up my last bowl of noodles, when some kids with fake blood joined us.
Halloween just isn't Halloween until your clothes are stained with fake blood. All right, got to go. Take care over the weekend.