Ewww, I used to love halloween as a child. My daddy and I would always make the best costumes! One year I was a piano, one year I was a car (it was a really heavy paper mache thing that I had to wear over my shoulders and it made me walk so slowly that none of the other kids wanted to trick or treat with me because I was slowing them down on their pursuit of candy) and the BEST YEAR I was a credit card with a t-shirt that said "born to shop." Ah, ::sigh:: I was such a creative child. What the hell happened to me?
you should totally be a papier mache grand piano again this year. and hire a real live lady to sit on top of you and writhe around singing lounge tunes, like michelle pfeiffer in the fabulous baker boys.
This is old, but whatever. First off, I had 3 older siblings who seemed to get the halloween costumes, and I got the shit they'd worn years before-- usually from my brother, since not even my parents would deign to put me in one of the fairy/princess/ballerina outfits my sisters prefered. I was already bored with the costumes, as I'd have seen them before, so I'd mix them up, resulting in deeply unsatisfying combinations, such as a vampire clown or a demon penguin
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