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I was about to write this depressing entry about how much I hate not talking to my ex-boyfriend...and how I feel like the walls are closing in on me...and how my skin feels electric. And then my doorbell rang. Trick-or-Treaters. A group of twelve year olds. This is how it went:
Spiderman: Trick or Treat!
Mermaid: Dang...look at her shoes!
Batman: You're HOT lady!
Mermaid: Shut up, that's so rude! I'm sorry, don't listen to them. When I'm older, can I borrow your shoes?
Me: Sure, you can borrow them anytime you like
Mermaid: Sweet! You're awesome!
Spiderman: (to batman) I didn't know we had a neighbor like that
Batman: You hear what I'm sayin'? HOT.
Spiderman: Hell yeah.
Me: Be safe! Happy Halloween!
And this is why I love children. Because they think I'm hot and want to borrow my shoes.
Spiderman: Trick or Treat!
Mermaid: Dang...look at her shoes!
Batman: You're HOT lady!
Mermaid: Shut up, that's so rude! I'm sorry, don't listen to them. When I'm older, can I borrow your shoes?
Me: Sure, you can borrow them anytime you like
Mermaid: Sweet! You're awesome!
Spiderman: (to batman) I didn't know we had a neighbor like that
Batman: You hear what I'm sayin'? HOT.
Spiderman: Hell yeah.
Me: Be safe! Happy Halloween!
And this is why I love children. Because they think I'm hot and want to borrow my shoes.