Vicious: Calling All Skeletons

Yesterday was the longest day of my life.
I refuse to go into the gory details, but you can take a wild guess. The skeletons in my closet have been cleaned out, with the help of my mum.
I'm feeling free and brand new.

Two days ago was Halloween and I went Trick-Or-Treating with a few friends around their block. I was dressed normally, wearing a hideous mask which looked like an after-shot of Predator, after falling in a mammoth-sized tank of sulfuric acid. Obviously they could tell I was female (skin-tight shirt, oh no). And Yen, who wore baggy clothes, wore a mask which looked like a wolf that was rotting-to-the-bone. The rest of the guys were dressed as themselves (lamest costumes everrrrr, no doubt *click-click*). Most were kind and generous enough to give what we knocked on their doors for. Others pretended not to be there after we said "Trick-Or-Treat", even when they knew that we saw their living room/hallway lights turn on... magically. But we collected a shitload of candy when it was put altogether. Naturally, I took all the Minties and Warheads; it was a shame none of them gave RedSkins.

So yesterday was All Saint's day, I lit a candle and prayed.
And I'm doing the same thing tonight for All Soul's.
The usual thing most traditional families would do around this time of year.

Khoi's get-smashed party's on today, and Jondael's picking me up at 4.
We're gonna take the train there and back home, yadi-yadi-yada.

Mum: "Oooh! You see! You're watching your horror movies again."
Bonez: "Mum, it's Fantastic Four."