sid

The halloween party was fun! It was so great to see the lovelies, Bowie and Poppy again! No photos of the costume just yet. I won't reveal it till Halloween, if at all! We'll see. Maybe I'll post pics and not say what I was and have y'all guess. I guess I'm just a difficult bitch like that.

I was planning on sitting around doing nothing and cleaning up the clothes off my apartment floor and washing my dishes tonight, but a friend of mine from school (who helps run the school's record label which I work for) called me and asked me to join him in seeing Big D and the Kid's Table tonight. They're on our label this year, and will have a couple of songs on our compilation disk coming out in the near future, so they hooked us up with a couple of comp tickets (the lead singer came into our label last week to show us the songs he wanted on the CD, cool guy). The show was fun. It's better than me sitting on my ass or cleaning.

Last night as I was walking to a taxi stand to hail a cab home, I got to this street with a lot of bars on it just as the bars were letting out... there were all these drunk skimpilly dressed hooker-looking girls running around and freaked out over how "gross" and "scary" my costume was (I mean, what the fuck, Halloween originated with scary costumes to scare evil spirits away, what's with the "sexy" look? Tradition, people!). Anyway, as one of these drunken ho's was stumbling around the city, this equally, if not more drunk frat tard decided it'd be a good idea to give drunk-ho a piggy back ride, but as she jumped onto his back (I also think she weighed considerably more than him), she overtook him, and he fell, hitting his head hard on the pavement, which knocked him out cold. His friends stopped walking and they were screaming for another drunk ho who was trying to get her mack on walking ahead of them. I asked if they wanted me to call for help, but apparently they were all underage and freaking out that they were gonna be arrested, so I just rolled my eyes, stated, "I think your friend's health and safety is more important than your public drunkeness record, but okay..." and moved on. The macking ho was laughing at him, which disgusted me, and her mackee was screaming, "bitch, don't go back there!" Greeeeeat.

I finally got my cab home, and the cab driver told me the girl who got out of the car before I got in left her unknown pills in the car. He showed them to me (I don't know why) and asked if I knew what they were. I said no. And he goes, "well, I don't do drugs, so I'm just gonna throw them out, you can have them if you want them." I was kinda in shock, and stated that I didn't do drugs, and even if I did, I wouldn't think it was safe to take pills I couldn't identify. He called me a smart girl and then admitted he was wrong in judging me by my "hardcore" look and thinking I did "such things", which I guess I appriciated to some level that he would admit his fault.

Anyway, so here I am, the Saturday night before halloween, not even in a costume. Not even out for the night. Oh well.

I'm watching this show on the Discovery Channel called, "Haunting". Under the spoiler is a rant:

Have a good night!

x0x0,
Sid

edit sunday 2:38pm:

why the fuck is it that everyone's come down with a serious case of asshole lately? some days i just want practically the whole world to fuck off and leave me alone.

edit sunday 5:05pm:

jealousy's a bitch, ain't it? your life must really have a void if you're jealous of me.