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Costume party last night! It was thrown by my Greenpeace co-worker's uncle, who is an amazing artist. His dark art lined the walls of the house amongst the ridiculous amounts of decorations...blow up eyeballs, giant spiders chilling over the doorway, bloody tentacles reaching out of the bathtub, shrunken heads scattered about, a wearwolf in a racecar out back, etc etc. The house was pimped out so hardcore! There was a dj spinnin up the horror atmosphere as old horror movies were being projected on the side of the house. The costumes were pretty fucking amazing...my favorite was a guy dressed up in a nuclear bomb suit that had Korean written all over it. I went as a zombie nurse...hot tight short white dress, ripped up fishnets, inverted red cross drawn over my heart, "Nurse" scrawled on the back of the dress, blood coming out of my mouth, nose, eye, and ear. Josh and I did eachothers makeup, and damn did we look like the living dead! He was a vampire, or a corporate blood-sucking motherfucker, if you will. I was just your average compulsive unconscious consumer. YEY ZOMBIEZ!
I drank and danced A LOT. Haven't been drunk in a while...kinda missed it. Except that I usually regret certain things the next day. LoL. Like I blah blahed to this guy about Greenpeace, and apparently I told him I'd go out with him and gave him my email...cuz I just got the email. Now I have to ignore him or reply and say I don't actually want to date him, I was just drunk. LoL. I remember him shooting his pretentious shit and then my co-worker came up (Tim...he has a little crush on me) and got all into his own pretentious shit. LoL. We're all pretentious motherfuckers...that's the crime of being edjamacated. Gods, this cute biker dude was all into me and then I lost him! He's 42 and never owned a car in his life...he seriously looked like he was my age, no lie. Bike mechanic, music producer, hot. Doesn't want kids or marriage...that's kinda what I'm going for these days. LoL, this half-Navajo Spanish-rock guy came up to me when I was shopping for my costume and was basically like, "I want kids, here's my number." LoL. Seriously, the numbers are piling up on my desk. My favorite is this kickboxer guy's card with him doing a flying splitz kick in the air. LoL. Hillarious. Gods, everyone is obsessed with money and sex. And despite all of these ridiculous propositions for sexthings, I would get married to reduce my fucking societal dues. Money. Ugh. Seriously, I don't know how I'm going to pay for my apartment living alone...$800 rent is breaking me. Yeah, other Greenpeacers are hooking up basically to move in with eachother and share expenses...cuz we don't make enough to live on!! I just want to be fucking independent for a while! God damnit!
ANyway, I was talking about the party. But that's basically it. Beer, costumes, uninhibited sexual expression. Oh, and my co-workers told me they thought I dressed conservatively...until I walked in with the nurse get-up on. LoL. Damn, that dress was short. Halloween is the only day of the year when the SOuth Central hookers don't make a buck. I wonder why?
I drank and danced A LOT. Haven't been drunk in a while...kinda missed it. Except that I usually regret certain things the next day. LoL. Like I blah blahed to this guy about Greenpeace, and apparently I told him I'd go out with him and gave him my email...cuz I just got the email. Now I have to ignore him or reply and say I don't actually want to date him, I was just drunk. LoL. I remember him shooting his pretentious shit and then my co-worker came up (Tim...he has a little crush on me) and got all into his own pretentious shit. LoL. We're all pretentious motherfuckers...that's the crime of being edjamacated. Gods, this cute biker dude was all into me and then I lost him! He's 42 and never owned a car in his life...he seriously looked like he was my age, no lie. Bike mechanic, music producer, hot. Doesn't want kids or marriage...that's kinda what I'm going for these days. LoL, this half-Navajo Spanish-rock guy came up to me when I was shopping for my costume and was basically like, "I want kids, here's my number." LoL. Seriously, the numbers are piling up on my desk. My favorite is this kickboxer guy's card with him doing a flying splitz kick in the air. LoL. Hillarious. Gods, everyone is obsessed with money and sex. And despite all of these ridiculous propositions for sexthings, I would get married to reduce my fucking societal dues. Money. Ugh. Seriously, I don't know how I'm going to pay for my apartment living alone...$800 rent is breaking me. Yeah, other Greenpeacers are hooking up basically to move in with eachother and share expenses...cuz we don't make enough to live on!! I just want to be fucking independent for a while! God damnit!
ANyway, I was talking about the party. But that's basically it. Beer, costumes, uninhibited sexual expression. Oh, and my co-workers told me they thought I dressed conservatively...until I walked in with the nurse get-up on. LoL. Damn, that dress was short. Halloween is the only day of the year when the SOuth Central hookers don't make a buck. I wonder why?