The Mean Reds...

i can so relate to "breakfast at tiffany's"... just one of those things, but even visiting tiffany's doesn't seem to bring me up... and i feel like such a schmuck. i'm at my own pity party wallowing obliviously in the shallow end meanwhile horrific things are happening all around and i didn't even know. this earthquake in asia? oh my god. the nopd beating the shit out of a drunk guy in the quarter? jeesh. and so much more.

but i'll be better soon. halloween soon. i won't be home por la toussaint, but i'll have a good halloween. we're going hit the goodwills and thrift stores saturday. i don't really need anything from there, though. i pieced together the remnants for my costume earlier. now i just need to cut the dress out and sew it. tomorrow i go talk to the hair school about my extensions. i've got the shoes and socks. and the makeup and a brand new sharpie. i am so sally from "the nightmare before christmas". i can so make brigitte up as betty boop--straight outta my closet. and stephan is going to be the most gorgeous bitch you've ever laid your eyes on--whether we go vamp or china doll on him. depends on what shoes we can find.

and i'm going see two movies this weekend. friday i shall be feasting upon the glory of neil gaiman, dave mckean, and jim henson productions. that's right, baybee! mirrormask! i have not been so excited for a movie in so, so, (i repeat), so long. and i'm going see corpse bride saturday after we go shopping. ::clapping hands:: YAY!

i'm off to check my pot of black eyed peas... yummy!