Friday, October 30, 2015


So I have this love/hate relationship with Halloween. I absolutely love it. It's my favorite "holiday."  I love seeing the costumes, seeing all the kids smiling and happy, the parents dressing up and getting to be big kids for a night. It's all so freakin awesome. Here's why I also hate Halloween. Every year I get so excited for this day. I think about a million creative costumes, I get excited to wear them, I love candy. Every year I make plans to either go to a party, host a party or just go out to a bar in costume. Every year it never happens. I have never hosted a Halloween party, I've only been to one Halloween party in my life, and I've never been out to a bar in costume. This year is no different. Two events lined with costume contest and then the Rocky Horror Picture Show at midnight. Guess what...neither are happening. It's almost 7:30 and I'm already in bed. I wanted to go out so bad. I love this holiday. I hate that it's always a big disappointment in my life. I am feeling a little pissy and depressed. I'll be fine on Sunday, but it just sucks. I was excited especially for this year because my costume wasn't slutty and didn't reveal anything. I don't feel like I need to wear those types of costumes anymore. I just wanted to be fun. I had a bee costume but it was huge with a huge stinger that stuck out the back. It was hilarious. So excited and now it's in my closet with the hopes it will see the light of day next year.

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