So are you guys as excited as I am for Halloween?!?!?!?! HALLOWEEN! WOO!
Sigh. Whatever. I can't keep up that falsity - Halloween is annoying.
Seriously. We're actually going out this weekend, and guess who I'll be hanging with?
Who'll tell me she's in med-school and isnt this a "cute little spin" on her Halloween costume? Later, her two best friends, Tranny Teresa and Ditzy Diane who are either DRESSED as strippers or actually are strippers (I've had a few drinks by this point) show up.
Then this guy will try to pick me up:
but luckily he'll be hypnotized by Tranny Teresa's boobs and forget about me. Being around the three should be Playboy models will get me self analytical and then I'll start drinking a lot of these:
give up all hope for flat abs and start dancing like this:
get disapointing looks from my boyfriend, go home, and pass out in my costume. I'll wake up the next morning with a killer hangover, and my boyfriend asking me what the hell was I talking about last night when I said I was going to buy the "stripperobics" DVD's and one of those collapsing dance poles?