Presidential elections= rabid chipmunk.
Soooo....Halloween rolls around. Throw together about a five minute costume. *It was horribly tacky, but what the beejezus is the point of actually looking good for Halloween?*
Round up some people. Alicia, Kevin, and I decide to hit some houses while Kiya and Dallas and who-ha get ready. Whoever says that we're too old to trick or treat is full of it. ^_^ Though, you know you're getting too old to trick or treat when kids younger than you are handing out candy to you.
The fantasticness known as our costumes. Though, we never formally figured out what Kevin was actually supposed to be.
Came home and decided it was time to do some damage control on my room. *shudder* And yes, all that makeup made me look like I'd been punched in the face. Talk about classy. My closet is going to eat me one of these days. Really. I'm fo sho. I didn't just say that.