october is bad. i'm just rolling off of september 28th for a friends birthday when i'm thrown into october. two birthdays, 2 days apart followed by halloween? you've got to be kidding me! my liver needs assistance now; the mere thought about drinking kind of makes me have the dry heaves without actually heaving. but that's because i... uh... 'over induldged' on the weekend and slept through life as i know it to cure me of my obliterated memory.

vodka has now been dubbed the 'blackout' drink. everytime i drink it, i black out. hard. like, hours stretch on with me in them, but i'm not conscious of them nor they of i. i drift in and out of lucidness and as alarming as it sounds, i lose hours.
i lost an entire 2 hours last friday that i'm still trying to figure out what went on. a lot of people are mad at me and i may have spilled someones secret but... i can't remember. i may have yelled that i was pregnant. i don't remember. i do remember kissing a friend's friend's friend, twice-- once because it was the right thing to do and another time because they were taking a picture. his lips were soft.
that's besides the point. vodka and i, although long standing partners in crime, have come to a crossroads. do i continue to imbibe on this grain alcohol (is it a grain? i'm unclear-- shocking) or do i step away from the poison and drink my other drink of choice, gin?

so many liquors... too many wasted nights on them. i'm a trash-bag, what can i say?
anyways... back to my original thoughts.

HALLOWEEN! oh my god i love halloween. but what am i going as this year?! last year, captain hook and peter pan were a smash, even though people thought i was robin hood and hook was captain morgan, but that's alright. at least people were thinking. i guess green tights would be hard not to confuse with that damned englishman robin. was he even real? peter pan... probably wasn't real either... but peter pan can fly. way more bad-ass than someone who steals from the rich to give to the poor. isn't that what they have social services for now?
i have this sweet, authentic fur coat (PETA... no hatin'. i didn't buy it, and would never wear it. i agree: fur is murder. but you gotta admit that shit is WARM) and a cigarette extender... i'm thinking cruela deville. but that coat is hotter than hades and if we're at a bar i'm afraid to wear it. if we gate crash a wedding... yeah fine. i don't want anyone to recognize me and i think my bearskin rug of a coat will be perfect camo. not to mention if we get arrested it'll make a sweet blanket to sleep on in the pokey.
but what else could i be? i picked up a pair of marroon tights... just in case. I HAVE NO IDEA! i'm so... out of it. i really wanted to be wilma flintstone but that's so clichéd. everyone who's in a pair is betty and wilma. not to mention i really don't want to colour my hair red (it goes that colour anyways... i don't want to willingly do it). i need ideas! i need to do my readings for history class! i need to go to bed!

all in due time. halloween first. readings and sleeping after.

yes, halloween is that much of a priority.

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october is bad. i'm just rolling off of september 28th for a friends birthday when i'm thrown into october. two birthdays, 2 days apart followed by halloween? you've got to be kidding me! my liver needs assistance now; the mere thought about drinking kind of makes me have the dry heaves without actually heaving. but that's because i... uh... 'over induldged' on the weekend and slept through life as i know it to cure me of my obliterated memory.

vodka has now been dubbed the 'blackout' drink. everytime i drink it, i black out. hard. like, hours stretch on with me in them, but i'm not conscious of them nor they of i. i drift in and out of lucidness and as alarming as it sounds, i lose hours.
i lost an entire 2 hours last friday that i'm still trying to figure out what went on. a lot of people are mad at me and i may have spilled someones secret but... i can't remember. i may have yelled that i was pregnant. i don't remember. i do remember kissing a friend's friend's friend, twice-- once because it was the right thing to do and another time because they were taking a picture. his lips were soft.
that's besides the point. vodka and i, although long standing partners in crime, have come to a crossroads. do i continue to imbibe on this grain alcohol (is it a grain? i'm unclear-- shocking) or do i step away from the poison and drink my other drink of choice, gin?

so many liquors... too many wasted nights on them. i'm a trash-bag, what can i say?
anyways... back to my original thoughts.

HALLOWEEN! oh my god i love halloween. but what am i going as this year?! last year, captain hook and peter pan were a smash, even though people thought i was robin hood and hook was captain morgan, but that's alright. at least people were thinking. i guess green tights would be hard not to confuse with that damned englishman robin. was he even real? peter pan... probably wasn't real either... but peter pan can fly. way more bad-ass than someone who steals from the rich to give to the poor. isn't that what they have social services for now?
i have this sweet, authentic fur coat (PETA... no hatin'. i didn't buy it, and would never wear it. i agree: fur is murder. but you gotta admit that shit is WARM) and a cigarette extender... i'm thinking cruela deville. but that coat is hotter than hades and if we're at a bar i'm afraid to wear it. if we gate crash a wedding... yeah fine. i don't want anyone to recognize me and i think my bearskin rug of a coat will be perfect camo. not to mention if we get arrested it'll make a sweet blanket to sleep on in the pokey.
but what else could i be? i picked up a pair of marroon tights... just in case. I HAVE NO IDEA! i'm so... out of it. i really wanted to be wilma flintstone but that's so clichéd. everyone who's in a pair is betty and wilma. not to mention i really don't want to colour my hair red (it goes that colour anyways... i don't want to willingly do it). i need ideas! i need to do my readings for history class! i need to go to bed!

all in due time. halloween first. readings and sleeping after.

yes, halloween is that much of a priority.