scared but not because it's halloween eve

i awake to find no peace of mind. how do you live as a fugitive?

i should be happy. this is the one time of the year that it's okay to eat candy until you puke and pretend to be something you're not.

and i am happy, really! just also... weary. or is it leery? it's 930 and i'm drunk. good going. really good going.

gosh, i feel so like madeleine right now. drunk posting and hitting the backspace to try to prove that i'm not drunk. prove to whom? myself, mostly, but i guess you too.

i'm pretty convinced that the universe hates me.

i just looked in the mirror and realized that i have very small wrists.

okay, off to jared's. more later. or not. depends on how i feel. (or if i don't feel, for that matter.)