ocg's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The saddest little Halloween ever The saddest little Halloween ever. I didn't dress up. I DID buy candy. No cute little kids in their store bought outfits came to my door, let alone the 2 in Portland that may have actually had some say in the MAKING of their costume. All those little Hershsey's miniatures waiting in the bowl by the door. Calling to me, even now. "We aren't' going to just get up and walk out of here, you know." I thought they would be scared of me, given the pre-Halloween genocide of their comrade, Mr. Goodbar. My uncarved pumpkin stares at me from the counter, resigned to the fact that instead of being the best jack-o-lantern ever like I told it it would be after picking it from the vine myself, it will most likely end up as soup or a roasted side dish within the week. Got a pedicure for only the second time in my life yesterday... My toes look like little pink candies. Rock-star toes. That cheese shaver thing that they pull out is a little scary. So is having anyone other than your partner/ lover/ husband rub your feet... It was even weirder having another man doing the rubbing. Every time I hear a helicopter overhead, I wonder who they are chasing. Then I remember where I live and begin to wonder instead which weather man has decided to do an aerial report on tonight's evening news. That's all for me 6:25 p.m. - 11.1.2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||
|
||||||