The real deal....

Went to the grandparents on Thurs. for the Thanksgiving deal....woohoo. My brother didn't come because "I didn't call him".......WTF! He is 24 years old......has he not learned by now when Thanksgiving is? Lame excuse. I love how he makes it my fault. At least tell me the truth...that you didn't want to come, or make up some BETTER lie....geez.

The rest of the weekend was wonderful. Mr. Perfect and I did NOTHING! I thought I couldn't do this much of nothing, but we did. We layed around and loved each other all weekend. It was fabulous. We just couldn't get enough of each other. I have never known someone that I am completely content to be with for days on end, and not get sick of.

We talked almost all night a few nights. Just when you think you know everything about someone, there is more. We went into detail about our ex's and how they are so much alike we should hook them up! We went into detail about a lot of things in our lives. We are a lot alike in a lot of ways. It was nice. I have never been able to talk to someone and tell them how I really feel, no matter the subject. The past doesn't matter. I love him for all that he is, and vice versa. We talked about our future, we talked about our past. There was no subject that went uncovered. We have known each other for years, but to learn how their life really went, the stuff you don't see as their "friend". To learn the truth about what really happened to them behind closed doors, or the things you heard about second hand, and to learn what really happened. To be completely honest and spill your guts. It was the best session of therapy ever! And I love the fact that he wants to know. The fact that all of these things make him and I see how lucky we are to have each other.

And the sex.........my god.........I don't even know how to describe this.......we should be making our own films........nuff said!

I couldn't really love him more. I know I go on about how much he means to me all the time, but I really love this man. I am so in awe at how much I love him sometimes. I did not know this was possible. I have cared before, but I know now that it was not love. This is the real deal.

So we laughed and held each other and talked and one day we didn't even shower. We laughed at how we should go and do something, but we were completely content to lay on the couch with one another all day. It is great that he feels the same way as I do. I know he loves me just as much as I love him, if not more. Sometimes relationships are one sided. I have been in relationships where you are giving your love and receiving nothing back. What we have is the kind of shit you read about. A fucking fairy tale! Seriously!

So now it's Monday, and I have a love hangover. I miss him. Maybe this is the reason we are this way....we don't see each other for 14-15 hrs a day normally. We have maybe 8hrs a week to spend with each other, so when we get the chance to do nothing with each other we take advantage of it. We don't get to be normal and have weeknights to see one another.

Back to the normal shit........work, work, work.....I want to sell everything I own and move to an island somewhere with Mr. Perfect.

HNT...

WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THIS WOMAN THAT IT IS NOVEMBER ALREADY!

Naked snow-people on my deck! WTF!

Thanks....

We.......My parents and my brother, go to my grandma's house for Thanksgiving. Along with my mother's sister and her husband and 2 daughters. This is all we have there on this day. It has always been this way. I have an uncle who is 45 and has down syndrome, sometimes he comes. He is my grandpa's brother. Otherwise, my thanksgiving is kinda small. I like it this way. My ex used to have ALL of his family in one house. His father had 10 brothers and sisters.......oh my. I could hardly stand all of that. My grandma's house is small, so the 10-12 of us there might be, fit in there nicely.
My family did not celebrate holidays my whole life. The only one we (sorta) celebrated was thanksgiving....and we called it "Turkey day". I know it sounds odd, but this kept us from actually "celebrating" this holiday I guess. You know.......that god awful holiday where you get to see your whole family one day a year and eat with them and watch football.......sounds pretty pagan to me!! Anyway, this was all I had as far as family time or holidays, so I enjoyed it, whatever they wanted to call it.
A couple of years ago, my mom and my aunt got into a fight. My aunt has a lot of problems. She is a good person, but mentally she has some issues. That is a different (long) story for a different day. But, my mom decided she had had enough and told her that she needed to change her ways, because she couldn't stand it anymore. This lasted one Thanksgiving. My parents decided to go out of town for Thanksgiving, this way it gave them a reason to not have to spend it with my aunt.
Well they have since made up, my aunt has changed her ways, but my parents have decided that they want to still be out of town for thanksgiving. This year they have gone to California, last year they went to New Orleans. It is like a vacation for them, which is nice, but I don't understand why they can't do it the week after or something. Like I said, this is the ONLY day we all are together. We don't do any other holidays....so it is nice. Not that you need a holiday to get together, but my family is not normal. We don't just "spend" time together, we don't tell each other that we love each other. We don't hug each other when we meet. We don't show any sort of affection much at all. We love to make fun of one another and watch someone make a fool out of themselves, this is our favorite passtime, but we are not what you would call "close". I see other families that have that bond that we don't have. I don't know if it was the religion that pushed us all away from each other in this manner or what. I just know that I love them all so much, and they don't let me in.
When I was 17-18 I decided I would start hugging my relatives. I was going through my hippie/love/drug stage where I thought I needed to hug everyone. I started doing this when I saw my parents or other relatives, and they didn't hug back at first. It was like they didn't know what to do. Now they know I am going to hug them, since I have been doing it for a decade now, but they never try to hug me first. My dad didn't tell me he loved me, out loud, till I was almost 18. I always had to do something outrageous or dangerous, in order for someone to show some sort of emotion around me. It sucks sometimes, my family being this way. I have all this love for them that I never expressed or don't know how to express.
I think sometimes, this may be why I am such an angry person. I think if someone had acted more like they cared about me, then I wouldn't be this way. Even still it is hard for me to always show that I care for someone as much as I would like. My family has taught me to put up a wall around myself. To be tough, no matter what. This is good sometimes, but there is still this little girl who craves love inside.
My grandparents on both sides were alcoholics, they didn't show love, so my parents never learned how to do it either. It is not that they are bad people, that are incapable of loving, they were never shown how to do this. They never had the type of affection that a family is supposed to possess. I know this is the reason they never learned how to show their love. They were both (my parents) abused more than they were loved when they were children. It is not really their fault. So I guess I am lucky that I see this problem, and that I know it has to be changed. I do not want to carry it on any further.
I watch all the children in my life now, and I always tell them that I love them, or hug them or show them emotion, because it is important. Let them know that you care about them, hug them even if they don't want it. Cause even if they don't want it now, there will come a time when they really do.
So thanksgiving is my time to spend with my family, even if it is boring and even if they are a little tough to see into, they are the ones who love me, even if they can't show it.

Who knew....

You Are 60% Weird

You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right? But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!

How Weird Are You?

The second level of hell.....

So if you missed the The first level of hell, check it out. These are the same places, after the second wave. We got like 4-6 inches of snow over night. Gotta love it.

Shovel, shovel, shovel........DAMMIT!




The beautiful flowers.........all gone.
And also, because of the 6000 mph winds we had, I have branches ALL OVER!
And I had to get new windshield wipers because it didn't rain or anything all summer, so I didn't realize they were all chopped up. And my fan in my car doesn't work. Because I hadn't used the heat this was a nice winter surprise. So I get to freeze for 30 minutes on my way home from work. And the apt. upstairs isn't rented out yet, so I get to pay for the heat up there now too. I am just a ball of sparkly happiness right now. Man I love the fucking cold.

















Have a nice weekend. Hope you are somewhere far away from the snow. I have a bowling tournament this weekend. Wish me luck!

HNT Killer clavicles.....

So this is what happens when your boyfriend is gone for 3 days......

See either I have really big clavicles or I am just linesman trapped in a woman's body......not sure....

I was REALLY bored.........and this is what you get........I truly am BIG boned....

Oh yeah........strange huh............

And you thought it couldn't be any more strange............

ATTACK OF THE KILLER CLAVICLES..........HAPPY HNT!

There is a button to the left to explain this phenomenon!

The first level of hell...

It is snowing today, for the first time this year. If hell was to freeze over.....it would be called Michigan. I'm serious. We know how to get our snow on! It is just beginning. From the flurry now to the blizzard due soon, I can feel it. And as pretty as snow is, I still fucking hate it. It is pretty on a Sunday morning when all you have to do is look at it. Or when we have an ice storm and all of the trees are covered in ice. But, having to deal with it on a daily basis sucks horse cock. I have to drive a 1/2 an hour in the shit everyday. I have to leave anywhere from 20-45 min early depending on the driftage. It has taken me over an hour to get home sometimes. And the thing is, I can never tell what I am in for. I live in the city, so it is always better here (the roads) than where I work. I work 1/2 west, or closer to Lake Michigan. So sometimes it gets worse as I drive. That Lake Michigan is pretty good at fucking the entire west coast of the state. I tell people sometimes it is like driving into hell. If it is raining here....well...by the time we get it, it has lessened. But, when I drive to work, I am headed right into it. The sky will get blacker as I go, the snow will get thicker, I begin to see car after car in distress. And sometimes the weather they get there doesn't even reach here. So I will leave work in blizzard or typhoon conditions.......or as I call the parking lot "The Frozen Tundra"......and 10 min east, it is calm and the sun might be out! It's fucking nuts........not to mention the endless scraping, bundling, stomping the feet, numb hands, numb toes, and shoveling. These are just a few of the wonderful things that come along with snow.........dammit.

So here it is..........the first snow.........

I'll be sure to post some more this winter as we enter the 2nd and 3rd levels of hell.......

One way ticket...

I have officially gone nuts......without Mr. Perfect

I have folded, washed, hung, and put away every piece of cloth in the house.
I am now going through the house and looking for dirt.
I have hung pictures.
I have plucked all unnecessary hair out of my body.
I have gone through all of the mail.
I am going to lose my mind.

One more day.
I am a hopeless case.

Tomorrow night........11:30 pm.......I will get to see him...yeah!
Now I just have tomorrow to deal with.
I think I am going to stay up all night, and then...I can sleep all day until I go to work. This way it won't drag on so long.
My brain isn't working, cause I thought of all of the insane things that have happened over the past few days. Things I usually would write about, but every other thought....he is there again.
Hopefully I will be back to normal on HNT! Because there is going to be lots of sex to be had when he gets back..........good lord..........I need a valium or something.

Stupid tag...

AntiWife tagged me...it's been a while, so I will forgive her.... :)

1.) Delve into your blog archive.
Ok.....

2.)Search the archives for the 23rd post.
Ok....

3.)Find the 5th sentence, or closest to. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
Ok....
Here it is...

I'll do anything with you.

4.)Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas.
Good lord.....this could mean anything....the most open phrase on earth!

5.)Tag 5 people to do the same.

I would love to tag 5 people however..... AntiWife already tagged the only people I know that are still around these days. So, I will pick some, and if they see it, they see it. So here goes...

Chuckster , Mel, Muse, Monkey...and I have no one else...

Stupid love...

MY GOD, I AM LONELY! It is 2am.......usually I am nestled firmly in the arms of the man that I love, and he is gone. He has gone hunting. I am really fucking pathetic right now. He is only going to be gone for 2 days. It seems like an eternity right now. I miss him very much. He is the only reason I come home. The only reason I smile everyday. The only reason I do anything, it seems.


How did this happen? I can hardly take it. It has been 12 hours since I have seen him, and this is normal, but I think it is the fact that I have 3 times as many to go! I am trying not to think about it. I am trying to keep myself busy. I have done the laundry, made some homemade potato soup, and cleaned the kitchen....and I have only been home for 2 hours! Now what? I have to sleep by myself, which I haven't done in forever. I don't know if I will be able to sleep. He always holds me so tight, all night, every night. It will be so lonely. I don't know if I can fall asleep without him there.

I sound really pathetic huh? I never realized how much I depend on him. Not for anything other than.....just to be here. To love me.....We don't go more than an hour, when he is home, without a kiss or a hug. I miss the affection. I can't wait to get home at night for that big hug I get when I get here. The one that only he can give me. The one that says he has missed me all day.

Holy crap...I think I am losing it. I am sure he misses me too. I know he does. He is only an hour away...but it feels like he is on the other side of the world or something. I am totally in love, I knew this already, but this just proves it even more. I have never felt this way for anyone. With everyone else I have ever been with.....I couldn't fucking wait to have them go away.....for any amount of time. But, Mr. Perfect and I share everything. I tell him everything. I feel like my only friend in the world has left me.

It is the stupid little things like having no one to tell how my day went. Just knowing he is here. DAMMIT!

Something made a noise outside a little while ago, and the dogs started barking. I knew it was nothing, but for a minute, I hoped it was him.....Coming home because he couldn't stand to be away from me..........(big sigh).............

Ok, I am going to go and be BY MYSELF! I am going to go have a conversation with the dog. This is usual, but today seems really pathetic.

It will all be OK soon. I can't believe how silly these feelings are when I say them aloud, even to myself. I sound like a raving lunatic. But, I am madly in love. I cannot hide it. I cannot deny it. AARGHHH....

The girls I love....

When I look into these little girls eyes..........

I see eyes that don't know what it is like to be told they can't because they are a girl.

I see eyes that don't know what it is like to have a man put their uninvited hands on them.

I see eyes that don't know what it is like to have to worry about what you look like.

I see eyes that don't have a clue what a tampon is.

I see eyes that don't know who they are yet.

I see eyes that can be whatever they wish.

I see eyes that know they are loved.

I see eyes that still know they are beautiful just the way they are.

I see their mommy's and their daddy's.

I see the world.

I see girls who have more power than any woman I know.

I see girls who have dozens of people ready to kick some ass if anyone ever tells them they are less than what they are.

I see eyes that have yet to deal with pantyhose, bras, birth control, dress size, high heels, or shaving.

I see trouble.

I see the innocence I wish I could have back.

I see eyes that have never had a broken heart.

I see eyes that will someday take a man's breath away.

I see someone I love.

I can't wait to watch these eyes grow and see the world. I can't wait to someday be more proud of who they are. These girls will be more than I have ever been. I wish these eyes could stay the way they are and never have to go through the evil world that will change them. But as they do, I hope to be around to help them understand that the world isn't all princesses and butterflies. To help them learn how to be strong and survive. And make damn sure that they know that being a girl is a powerful thing. And if any man ever tells them different, I'll be the first to show em how to kick the shit out of em!

Your Opinion

I have sort of been taking a mental inventory of myself. Because I have been in such a funk. I have been going over things that I do, and how I do them. How I can change to make myself better or more efficient. I began to think of stupid things that I do that may annoy others. They are things that just make me...me, but I wondered what I must look like when I do these things. I do not really care what the world thinks on a daily basis. I only care what those close to me think. But, I wondered if these things really matter or if I just think they are annoying. I think some of these things would really annoy me if someone did it, in fact...I am sure I probably have gotten mad at someone for doing them.

If you are reading this, think about this list...let me know if I am weird, or if these are things that I shouldn't do. Or if you can think of another reason they are annoying, let me know. Maybe I don't think it is as bad as it really is. I am just wondering. I probably won't stop doing any of them anyway...but I just wondered.....no one wants to be "That Person" you know....But it is me...

The items are numbered....and my reasoning for doing them....
The reasons I think they may annoy others are below...

TEN THINGS ANNOYING THINGS I DO...
1.) When grocery shopping I always look for the "Newest milk". Cause I don't drink it fast enough.

And this would annoy someone because....
A) Someone might be waiting behind your anal ass, and think you are neurotic.
B) They may be in a hurry. And when I am in a hurry, your breathing annoys me.

2.) When I am nervous I pick the inside cuticle of my thumb with my middle
finger.....NON STOP! I can't help it, and I can't stop.

A) I have been doing this since I can remember and my thumb has a giant callous on the
inside....Looks gross.
B) People may look at this and think I have a form of Turettes.
C) It makes this clicking sound.

3.) On the highway, I never use my turn signals to show I am changing lanes. I usually am driving so fast I feel that I don't have to. I am not going to get over so close that I could cut you off or hit you. I just don't think it is necessary.

A) Others do this and totally cut you off.
B) For the sticklers, this is the "proper" thing to do.

4.) When I go to the movies, if there is no one in front of me, I put my feet up on the seat in front of me. Cause it is more comfortable for me to sit this way for a few hours.

A) There may be someone next to me that thinks I am a slob. Or that this is the"improper" thing to do. Seeing as how I am NOT in my own living room.
B) There may be someone in the seat next to the one in front of me, who does not like having my feet this close to their head.

5.) When I drink, I may have a tendency to ask you personal questions. I don't know why. I get brave or something. Subconsciously, I think they think I won't remember, but I always do. If I don't remember anything else from the night, I will remember what you said. I get embarrassed the next day even, that I asked it, but I do it...don't know.

A) They think I am drunk and being stupid.
B) They think I am a nosy bitch. They get offended.
C) They hope the next day that I don't remember, cause they answered the question.

6.) I belch a lot. All the time. Anywhere, anytime. I don't think it is gross. I love it.

A) It really isn't very respectful, I guess.
B) Some people are really grossed out by it.

7.) I can't look people in the eyes all the time when I talk to them. Anyone, it doesn't matter who really. I think I only do it with people I really trust. Can't explain why. It is very uncomfortable for me. I only want to look into the eyes I know and trust. Like they can see through me or something, like they will see too close or something.

A) A lot of people get stand-offish or weird when you don't look them in the eyes.
B) Some people will not trust you when yo do this. Or they may think you are lying.

8.) I have a tendency to interrupt people when they are talking. I don't mean to, but I get excited sometimes, or if I don't interrupt, I won't remember what I was thinking. People I know are used to it, and tell me to shut up.

A) People think I am rude.
B) They stop talking to me because they can't finish what they are saying.

9.) When someone falls or trips in front of me, I laugh first, and then ask if they are OK. I cannot help it. I really do care if you are ok, but I can't help laughing. I trip and fall and hurt myself so much, that I think it is funny for someone to share in the pain. It is like watching America's Funniest Home Videos.

A) People think you don't care, that you are mean, because you laughed.
B) The person that fell is even more embarrassed thanks to you.

10.) I hear, but I don't listen. If someone is telling me a story...someone I don't really know well, I am probably just listening for the questions or the end. I have a hard time "getting to know" people. I am not taking any new applications for friends, so I unless I have asked you to explain something to me, or asked how you were, chances are, I don't care. If you want my help, and I don't know you that well, then you need to ask me for it.

A) People think I am uncaring and evil.
B) People who want so badly to be my friend, and I don't give them an "in".


So there it is....am I evil?

HNT

I have been sick this week, and I have spent A LOT of time on the couch. I happened to have the camera near the couch yesterday and I was taking pictures with all the cool things that my camera does. Because it was the only form of entertainment I had at the time. This particular effect is negative art. I was going to show my third tattoo this week anyway, just a normal picture. But, I thought this was too friggin cool. Complete with stretch marks for you all. It looks like chalk. Kinda freaky!

Dimmer

When it starts to get cold I lose all ambition. I get tired, I get depressed, I get HUNGRY. I hate it. I just want to lay on the couch all the time and eat. I have been sick, so that was just fuel on my fire of self pity. I am feeling better now, but still not 100%.
I need to get my butt moving. I need to do something. I just can't seem to muster up the enthusiasm. I hate the winter. I need to move someplace warm. I am going to play the lotto today. I think I will just for a day pretend that I could actually win. This way I can have something to look forward to for a minute. Some kind of hope or something.
I go to work everyday, I come home. I go 24 hrs without seeing the only thing that does bring a smile to my face, Mr. Perfect.
I need something to put me back into the powerful energetic person that I am, or that I know I can be. The person who exercises non stop, the person who loves a challenge. The person who does not let anything stop her. What happened to this person? Where did she go? She is hiding in the couch cushions with a bowl of ice cream. What can I do to lure her out? Why did she run away? What is she hiding from?
I have officially fucked up school for this semester. I have missed so much it is pointless to carry on. I have not rented out this fucking apartment. I have more bills than I can pay buy selling organs even. I am in a hole.
Mr. Perfect said something profound the other day. He mentioned a few things that I have said in my self loathing lately. He says that that is not me. He says that we need to focus on doing more than we do. He needs to focus on doing more than just making me happy. He says we need to straighten up and stop just letting things happen. He is right.
I know if I put a goal in front of myself that I will succeed. Maybe I have just stopped putting goals ahead of myself. I met Mr. Perfect and he is 95% of what I have been looking for, for years. I sat back and let this whole love thing engulf me. I have enjoyed every minute of it, don't get me wrong. But, I think I have forgotten that there is a life to be built now, on this love. I know have this person whom I love more than anything. A person that I can share everything with. A person who does things for me, to help me, and loves to do it. I used to bitch and complain and have to do everything myself. I relied on and confided in only myself. I had to do everything, so therefore I was more driven to do things. I think we need to sit down and make goals for US. I have been planning MY whole life, always having to do things for MYself. Now I have someone to share this with. I think that if we make goals for us, we are just that stubborn to make anything happen.
I have let myself down. I need to begin a whole new outline for what is going to happen next. hmmmmmm I have some thinking to do.

Walking dead

My head is full of nastiness. I swear to god the thing I just hacked up had a friggin heartbeat. I went to work on fri...thought I was mostly the walking dead. I was so sick on Sat. I felt like my head was going to explode. I slept all day. I got up, slept on the couch, then went back to bed and slept some more. Mr. Perfect went and got some pizza and ice cream in the nasty rainy weather we are having right now. The ice cream made me feel better for a minute, but I still could not function. I know I have some sort of infection somewhere, be it my chest or sinus. I had some antibiotics given to me for something else I began taking, they started me on the road to recovery but I still feel shitty.
I went bowling last night, I actually felt better last night than I do this morning. I didn't drink, I had a 1/2 a beer, I couldn't finish it (this shows I am really sick). I am hoping to feel better here in the next few days or I am going to have to go back to that god forsaken doctors office. I have not been this truly sick....like not a hangover sick.....in a long time. I forgot what this feels like. I wore nothing but pajamas all weekend. I took 1 shower and that was all the energy I could muster up. Sick like......complete with moaning and whimpering...this is serious.

Mr. Perfect layed around with me all weekend. I feel bad cause I know he was taking care of me and all, but I still felt bad. He could have done whatever he wanted, I would have been fine with that, but he wanted to stay here with me. He told me he loved laying around, but I didn't even love it, I couldn't see how he really could. I have so many things to do. I feel guilty for laying around and not doing anything even though I am truly sick. Why do we do this to ourselves?

So I am going to wander around the house for a while before I have to go to work and see what I can do without passing out. Why do you get so sore from NOT doing anything. I can work my ass off all week long and not feel this bad. I hate being sick. I really fucking hate it.

I feel like death...

I have not been this sick in a long time. I feel like my head is going to explode and a little alien is going to rip through my chest at any moment. I have liquids and solids of every color coming from every opening in my body. I can't think clear enough to do anything. I know it is a combo of no sleep, cold weather, and partying too much last weekend. I am still trying to figure out if the fantastic time I had was worth it yet.
I woke up this morning, well.....I shouldn't say morning....at noon anyway, and my eyes were so swollen and crusty, I couldn't see. The past 2 days I haven't been able to get out of bed before noon. And when I finally do get out of bed I only make it as far as the couch.
I have a lot of things to do this weekend. Not for myself, but for others. I have a work thing to go to on Sat. I have a birthday party for my uncle on Sat. too. If I still feel like ass, I won't be going to either. I hate that. I feel like I am being selfish or something. But, does anyone want me around wiping snot all over the place? I think not. Plus, I have a tendency to do things like forget I am sick and drown the sickness in beer....and we all know nothing good comes from this.

So I think I will be on the Nyquil diet this weekend. And invest in one of these....

HNT

Random Breast Moment

No..this is not me.

Last Saturday I met this girl at a Halloween party, who had to tell me about her breasts every time I crossed her path. I really do not remember how the conversation started. I was taking some pictures of people in there costumes, and she jumped in front of the camera and pulled her shirt down. She apparently wanted me to see her half Nekkid, so I thought I would share.

Whoa

I am glad I have this place to write because I can hardly speak right now. I have somehow lost my voice......not sure.....why...Too much Halloween screaming or something. Although I don't remember screaming at all...Maybe I just flapped my lips too much? I get so excited at Halloween parties and shit, that I must talk to everyone I see. I am usually not THAT social, I must have reverted back to a 5 year old.......but I will never see these people again most likely, and the cool thing is...I had on a costume....ahahaha so they wouldn't even know it was me anyway. I wasn't me, I was a REALLY gabby pirate!

Ok another reason I can't speak...MY TONGUE IS SWOLLEN. Yeah creepy...
Right in the back, the very back. Where your big ass molars are you know....OUCH. Ok wait...not just bit it.........I took a fricken chunk out of it!?@# ....It has been 2 days now and it is still terrible! It is all swollen and I bite it again every time I try to say a word a "T". Your tongue must come forward to do this......DAMN! I have a hard time swallowing too. I know this sounds ridiculous...but is it true, I contemplated taking a picture so you could really see....but that would be "overdoingit". Believe me, I have a frankentongue right now. A guy at work said that I sounded like I was deaf or something last night at work cause I couldn't move my tongue when I talked.
Halloween is over and I don't want it to be. I had fun, but that is my favorite day. I have nothing else to look forward to at the moment. Other holidays, just don't cut it for me.

I think I want to start another day in the beginning of the year....Springish. My own private Halloween, maybe for my birthday, where everyone wears costumes again. This would be fantabuwonderous! This way we could all do it again!