Left, right leeeeefffttt, riggghhhhhtttt
Halloween is approaching.
Usually it's meet with much fanfare on my part.
This year leaves me feeling a bit dissapointed. I'm not anticipating it's arrival in the least. If I was single I could go out and get trashed and make a foo. But I'm with Raybones and I honestly just want to makeout with him until both of us pass out.
Don't get me wrong. That is a good thing. It was more or less a commentary on the lack of spontaneity and thrill that I usually associate with the holiday.
I'm fully aware that there are a multitude of forces working against me.
The fact that not one of my friends have plans to host a party this year. I do realize that people have lives and aren't as preoccupied with that night as I am.
MY LINDSAY IS MOVING TO UTAH!? WTF!?!?!?!?!? And I feel like someone is extracting some of my internal organs and shipping them across the country.
And I'm blogging from work and I keep getting interupted.
30 Days of Night was pretty good. I like the Comic book better. But it gave me some decent scares.