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So who went out on Halloween as the punk rock devil? Yeah. That idiot would be me.

So yeah, THAT bout of moodiness is gone.

Halloween was a blast. It started out, of course, with me in a foul mood, but my roommate dragged me out to go last-minute costume shopping, because she was going to drag me on a night out.

Went into every vile store I pointedly skirt...Rave...Hot Topic...Wet Seal...Jesus Christ they all sell the exact same shit, anyway. We only went in to search for shit for our costumes. Rather fitting. That was the fright fest in itself.

Lots of red stage make up and black accents later, we went off to the bar.

It's kind of a blur. I haven't really drank in about two years, and I don't quite remember how many gin and tonics I had. Three? Four? Something bad for lightweights.

Met a gajillion people, ran into some old friends, rocked out, came back with a throbbing headache. Did I mention all these hot guys? Yeah. There were a lot of them. Not to mention the girls. Holeee shit. Words cannot describe.