halloween was sadly pretty uneventful, but I helped turn my friends into
THUNDER
THUNDER
THUNDERCATS
and I was an 80's workout girl and it was boring as shit because i dress like this every day,
then they ditched me to go see a Tech N9ne show that I couldn't get tickets for, so I stayed at home looking for scary halloween specials and found NOTHING. wtf, television?
and then guess what? I thought it was a WONDERFUL idea to take off that little blue lightning bolt on my cheek with a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.
MY FACE IS COVERED IN A HUGE ABRASION THAT MIGHT SCAR. I AM A GIGANTIC DUMBFACE. I wasn't even on any sort of mind-altering substance, there is nooo excuse for such radical dumbassness.
(how to absolutely ruin an innocent, immature, optimistic girl's love and trust in people and the world: that girl that was so unbelievably amazing that I fell in love with so hard a few posts back? we were so cute and happy. she left and i felt like a widow. she said we should just be friends, i was heartbroken but relieved, it'd be great! now she refuses to speak and it hurts and confuses me more than anything else. i still care so much and she has let go. i always knew it seemed to lovely to be true. then again, the best things always do.
let's pretend we don't exist.)