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Delayed release lethargy has been injected into my veins, harming my ability to make it through this day. Confused by which clocks have been switched and which haven't, i've spent much of the day unaware of how to pass whatever time it may be.
Went out last night, first to a party at some posh french quarter themed apartment complex, and then onto the "strip" uuh, if Houston can be said to have one. People watched downtown at some bar, saw an Oompa Loompa, a couple groups of Super Mario Bros characters who happily met slapping giant white-gloved high fives, and 2 count em 2 sets of Ace and Gary the ambiguously gay duo :D
At some point (actually, at many points) in the night, I was overtaken by the spirit of the Mega Bitch (although rightly so), the 6 of our group being forced to wait for some dumbass at about 126342 points throughout the evening, including when we were sitting in my car waiting to leave (while he was trying to chat up some dude on the street who kept walking away b/c he obviously didn't want to talk to him) as I'd somehow been given the privelage of driving home these people I'd never met... It felt uncomfortable expressing myself so loudly, although I can say that my horn works properly when depressed for 30 seconds at a time. Never again strangers... you have that guy to thank for it.
My costume went over well, although not many people knew what it was, I did a lot of explaining and/or showing of my makeshift Handbook for the Recently Deceased. I cut bangs for the full effect (spiky as seen in the entry before this one), and am now kinda wishing I hadn't. I never seem to learn that every time I get bangs, I hate them!
I have a bowl full of Butterfingers sitting around, no children came by tonight. I'd been looking forward to it, but I suppose that living in a gated apartment complex cuts down on that kinda thing, although I'd thought at least the local children would have come by. My hopes for costumed child molestation (just kidding secret service!!) will have to wait til next year when I have a big enough place to build a dungeon.
Went out last night, first to a party at some posh french quarter themed apartment complex, and then onto the "strip" uuh, if Houston can be said to have one. People watched downtown at some bar, saw an Oompa Loompa, a couple groups of Super Mario Bros characters who happily met slapping giant white-gloved high fives, and 2 count em 2 sets of Ace and Gary the ambiguously gay duo :D
At some point (actually, at many points) in the night, I was overtaken by the spirit of the Mega Bitch (although rightly so), the 6 of our group being forced to wait for some dumbass at about 126342 points throughout the evening, including when we were sitting in my car waiting to leave (while he was trying to chat up some dude on the street who kept walking away b/c he obviously didn't want to talk to him) as I'd somehow been given the privelage of driving home these people I'd never met... It felt uncomfortable expressing myself so loudly, although I can say that my horn works properly when depressed for 30 seconds at a time. Never again strangers... you have that guy to thank for it.
My costume went over well, although not many people knew what it was, I did a lot of explaining and/or showing of my makeshift Handbook for the Recently Deceased. I cut bangs for the full effect (spiky as seen in the entry before this one), and am now kinda wishing I hadn't. I never seem to learn that every time I get bangs, I hate them!
I have a bowl full of Butterfingers sitting around, no children came by tonight. I'd been looking forward to it, but I suppose that living in a gated apartment complex cuts down on that kinda thing, although I'd thought at least the local children would have come by. My hopes for costumed child molestation (just kidding secret service!!) will have to wait til next year when I have a big enough place to build a dungeon.