Happy Halloween (belatedly)
Halloween sneaked by 9 minutes ago, but happy to all indeed anyway. In a strange twist of events, that happened no sooner than two days ago, I wound up with two costumes rather than the resigned detail of having no costume at all! In the wee hours of the morning, I dressed up as a nerd for rowing. There isn't any pictorial evidence, disappointingly, however it cannot be too difficult imagining my ever-expanding geekhood as a physical manifestation. I wore clashing urine yellow and turquoise, red shorts rolled up to my stomach over tight, butt-squeezing, running spandex and then my calves artfully concealed with bright blue and black striped knee-high socks. The raging colors could've made Hitler puke full-width rainbows.
Why do I love Halloween? Well, it lets me know who is a slut and who I can have easy access to. No really. But the best of all is the free chocolates, the begging, and the rule that calories do not count until 12AM the next morning. It's awesome because of trick-or-treating at the houses of affluent neighbors who open their doors only to find a bunch of sugar-needy college students instead of the small children who would satisfy their closeted pedophilic fantasies.
It's also awesome that I was a dead geisha, my entire costume costed 15$, it took less than 20 minutes to prepare, and everyone was totes creeped out.
Where the fuck did my nose go? It would be fun to have no nose for a day. But only a day. And then the novelty wears off and I would bitchslap a god for my nose back.
Nano starts now!