a howler


Hallowe's Morn'... 'tis the true witching hour *cackle cackle*

And you know 'tis truely true when curs'd ones are up writing essays and cackling on their diaries.

My goal: to get in bed by eleven o'clock. Not happening. Never happening.

The darkish rings under my eyes are very... dark. In fact, I'm looking quite... deathly. Now there's a thought, I won't even have to dress up tomorrow. For everyday is a Halloween day with Kareen. Well isn't that just darling: Queen Kareen of Halloween. Almost as lovely sounding as this recipe I found on Brain Glaze with Bloody Gingerbread Men.

Only Halloween could reconcile otherwise opposing ideas like Brains and Men.

10.31.02 - 12:02 a.m.


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