Rituals

For those unfortunate souls diagnosed with the curse of neo-ADD, it's quite the skill to dutifully take on any ritual. That said, I believe blogging is my cure to procrastination

It's my means of clarification via self absorbed doting. It's cathartic and confusing all at once. A thoughtful premise before the storm. A cute little packaged distraction.

Anyway, Halloween was good.

We went to the We-Ho parade and had a blast. It was basically a 'No on 8'-fest, chocked full of downe divas starving for the attention they never got as a child. Snuck into this club named apple, ardently proclaiming we were 'on the list' and shamelessly dashing up the stairs to dodge cover. Never so much drama and confusion in one night, it was fucking awesome. Apparently my mom was also wandering the area with her indian friends, donning a G.I.-Hoe fit'. wtf.

I played genie-slut and bare-midriffed it, sherwin was some seizure inducing runner, chen was the missing village people member, anna did nerd, but sluttilly so, laurie was playboy bunny minus the cleavage (but not for lack thereof!) and virginia was waldo for fear of betty rubble disastor part deux.

Morning after we shopped the fuck out of my wallet. It was painful, even as 'baller' as I proclaim to be. Free eyebrow threading at this random store and I bawled my eyes out while virginia and even sherwin braved the unknown with an indifference.

What made it all the better was my quitting my job on Friday. Rash, maybe. Necessary, definitely. I am free and ready to rock steady (trying to exercise cheesiness...944 article due by 9am tom).

PS- this weekend was really fun. Lazing and OC - marathoning all sunday for 7 hours was fun. I think being bummy with people I enjoy makes me feel real. and inspired.