This morning my lovely flatmate Will of the dislocated if gorgeous shoulder attempted to break into my room in order to wake me up. At the moment it's lucky if I'm even wearing pj bums let alone some sort of top to sleep in, and the sudden sound of man hitting opposite side of door combined with realisation of lacking of clothes is enough of a wake up call to get me out of bed, startled, into jumper and yelling good morning far faster than one would presume possible. Can't open the door yet, though, because I have to take out my retainer, because it is gross and spitty and if I think about it too much makes me feel a little ill. This was a comparatively good start to my day.
They dragged me to town for costume searching. This is a process which for me takes about 5 minutes and for my macho lads takes about an hour and a half:
'oo if i got an axe I could be an executioner'
'are they really going to let you into a club with a 6 foot axe?'
'this hat makes me look shmexy'
'no it really doesn't'
'if I wear this kitten mask and these devil horns...'
'...you will get hit on by all the homos there! Yay!'
I have to admit that I cannot deal with masks before I've had my coffee. Especially ones on people the store had hired to jump out at you. I have the constition of a stranded jellyfish when it comes to fear - I try to sting anything which comes near me. Or which I imagine comes near me. I scream too much. I hate people who scream at the little things and use words like horrible, but I'm afraid I did. Ugh.
Now I'm tapping my fingers waiting for someone to realise that I need MORE from this Halloween. WHERE ARE MY CANDY MONSTER THINGS? WHY HAVE WE NOT CARVED A PUMPKIN?
One other thing. I miss Trader Joes.
freakin awesome blogpost: http://wateringtheelephants.blogspot.com/2010/10/off-market.html
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