I've been singing in the evening, Flying through the night.
I am going to be perfectly honest with everyone: I gave up.
I gave up on my movie list.
I gave up on Inktober.
I don't have the energy or the joy left to care about Halloween.
Halloween has always been my favourite thing, and I feel it means nothing to be right now.
Going to Lemo's with the kids on Monday was the only autumnal-y thing I had done all season.
Wait, that's not true, we drove around looking for mountain lions and at Halloween decorations.
I know that doing things and buying things aren't really what make the holiday spirit (especially after having zero dollars last Halloween and being sick the year before). Still, I just wish for a little bit more.
I did get a few good books, though.
I know that everyone is having a rough time right now, and I cannot complain TOO MUCH, but it still finally caught up with me.
It finally got cold here, so the cats are being especially cute!
...except when I want them to beeeeeeeeeeeeeee
I am trying to find joy and reclaim things that I love, which I find has been harder than ever.
I have finally ALMOST obtained the Rita Hayworth curls, but it's so difficult because my hair is so naturally curly.
I swear I was not ready for this one when the self-timer went off, but it's ridiculous.
I've been so desperately trying to get in some time with the spooky clothes I've bought over the last year I haven't been able to wear because I can't go anywhere and just want to be in pajamas.
This shirt is a small, but it's an absolute freaking tent on me.
When you have a tiny waist, but big boobs and wide hips, if you don't dress exactly a certain way, you look like a potato sack.
[Native] American Werewolf [Not] in London
I had literally put this on on Sunday to make myself go for a walk outside instead of just working out inside like I normally do, and I pissed off my cop-loving neighbours in the process. Something really satisfying about wearing this shirt with one's sexiest, laciest, and most expensive bra (which looks like a corset for a Wild West Madame in form of a cage bra) under this shirt in particular and pissing off the people who live in the house that looks like Tara before the Civil War who also really love cops. *~uwu*~
One Halloween sock, one Xmas sock. Ooops.
Almost NO ONE on my street decorated this year, and I was super disappointed. Apparently, in other parts of town, there's more decorations (we did see some of them the other night).
It just so happens that this is house is also one of the most lovely houses on the whole street to look at, so, naturally, they were one of the only ones to decorate.
I am trying. I am trying so hard.