it’s chilly outside, oliver and I are home alone…. I’m gonna make some ginger spice cookies!
yeah, I ate milk duds and sweet tart bones for breakfast. so what?
ruben: oh, crap, we forgot to buy water!
vanessa: drink vodka.
I love you.
I finally got a haircut, and am now sitting here watching curtis go under the scissor blade….
I was going to take a picture of all the hair on the floor, but was too slow. blast!
okay, so maybe bacon cheese fries and whisky sours weren’t such a good idea for a late night snack.
if only I would have thought to take pictures of all the cool spooky treats from last night’s party. a human head made of meat, cheese in the shape of a hand, alcohol soaked brain jello mold, witch finger pretzels, glow in the dark punch, mr. grimly knows how to throw one hell of a party.
then there was the weird fight in the jack in the box parking lot… I still can’t figure out what happened, only that both parties involved decided curtis was their best friend. a grilled breakfast sandwich at 3:30 in the morning is a beautiful thing.
nothing like pulling off matching dia de los muertos outfits for a last minute costume. I still feel like a goth panda.
I’m at work and saw something that made me laugh so hard, I had to turn away and use all my super hero powers to control myself. omg. I can’t even…