Wow Halloween rocked. But I realized that I'm a cruel bitch. However, the chance of me caring is kind of slim. I just think I've been with people that aren't ready for me and I need a man I can push around. Key word: MAN. Boys are too fragile. However, minus boys I'm still a cruel bitch. Again, I don't care. Soooooooo I got chased by dead people with chainsaws which makes me feel like I got the special treatment which means I was queen of that haunted house. Aaaaaaaand I had a spin around dance party game . Oh And I made a wonderful jack o lantern named Tyrone and I'm going to light him on my bed side table because I think that's really romantic. And I'm totally gonna fanasize about people dressed up in scary costumes. Gosh I'm just a tough, strong, amazing woman. Who can handle this shit? I'm going to be Rosie the Riveter next year for hallowen. No question asked.