Oh, alright.
Well, thanks for all the messages reguarding my last blog entry.
I'm a little surprised that so many of you thought that was some high-quality writing.
You do know I was being bummed out and drinking alone all night, right?
I have a book in the midst of being published. I should probably email the dude that set that up and see what's going on. Because I kind of abandonned it without word and, you know, fucked off to travel the country and kill all my brain cells.
I write. And it even impresses me sometimes when I come back and read it.
Poetry and short stories.
If you want a taste, let me know.

Anyway, enough of that shit. I wanted to post another memory for you to read and think about. It took me a while to decide what would be fun to share, and found one of the very few light-hearted good times that I still recall now and then.

Halloween 2006

I dressed up as Courtney Love.



It was possibly the best Halloween costume EVER. If you don't think about that hilarious "packaging kink", the fact that the boots I was wearing were kind of too small, and the whole point of this blog - which I will get to in a minute.

(("You have a packaging kink." "Courtney Love IS a packaging kink!!!"))

A lot of people thought I was dressed as trailer trash or some kind of crack whore ((only the die-hard Nirvana fans knew right away what this was supposed to be, and they snickered when trailertrash-crackwhore-Courtney comments were made)).
So one of my Nirvana buddies and I were walking somewhere when we came across a small cluster of our friends. Walking down the stairs, I flung my arms out, did a drunken stumble for effect, and asked in a slurred drawl "Who am I?!"
The people facing my friend and I stared for a moment. Then, like something out of a movie, they backed away to reveal a friend of mine that I nicknamed Kurt (('cause he looked like Kurt Cobain, a lot)).

"COURTNEY LOVE!!!" he yelled, stepping toward me with arms outstretched.

He was wearing a hostpital gown.
And had a syringe taped to the inside of his arm.

"KURT!!!" I exlaimed, completely surprised.

We had no clue at all how the other person was going to dress. It was just a fucking awesome coincidence. I left a smeary red lipstick kiss on his cheek, and a few people took pictures of us standing together.
And that was that.
We went our seperate ways.



No, but really, the whole point of this entry is what happened later that night.
When I went out trick-or-treating with my then boyfriend.

((You know, you're pretty stupid if you don't do all this Halloween shit. I mean, you get to dress up, act all crazy, and run around collecting free candy!!! That's the best fucking idea ever!!! I'm going to keep going out trick-or-treating until I can no longer physically make it outside.))

Okay, so my boy and I were out getting our candy, I've got this silky skimpy slip thing on, knee-high boots that are too small, and this thin plaid sweater.
It's cold out.

We decided to hit up this cul de sac and then go home. At one house, this dude gave me some candy, and then said "Lookin' good."
I thought he liked my costume.
I was mistaken.

The next few houses, people there gave us weird looks.
And as we went to leave the cul de sac, I realized I had a "wardrobe malfunction" that must have happened around the time that dude said I looked good.
He didn't mean my costume.


Ah, I can't wait for next Halloween.