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now that the closest thing i've had to a hangover has ended (that headache was god-awful, lasted way longer than it should have, and tylenol did NOT HELP AT ALL) - i can finally rave about how ridiculously awesome my halloween was. my face was so incredibly sore - no, my whole body was sore. my voice, in spite of all that theater training, was hoarse. my knees were all rug burned and i realized how embarassing and gratifying it could be to be THAT turned-on in public.
it made me remember how much i love the holiday and made me regret i had to work the next day. stripping men, dying women, and the incredible comfort that you wouldn't be judged - no matter how taboo or wreckless you were. i was so incredibly at home among strangers. this was beauty and happiness in epic proporions. I am dieting, saving up, and sacrificing goat fetuses in preparation for next year!
and (as a minor note) i finally understood why jennifer sewell had a thing for david bowie. my GAWD! i knew before but now i understand.
it made me remember how much i love the holiday and made me regret i had to work the next day. stripping men, dying women, and the incredible comfort that you wouldn't be judged - no matter how taboo or wreckless you were. i was so incredibly at home among strangers. this was beauty and happiness in epic proporions. I am dieting, saving up, and sacrificing goat fetuses in preparation for next year!
and (as a minor note) i finally understood why jennifer sewell had a thing for david bowie. my GAWD! i knew before but now i understand.