Ain't it fun putting off getting a halloween costume till the last possible moment?
I'm going to a "dead rockstar" party thrown by the Zone tonight, with my good friend The Shlesbian. I've been wondering for a while now what to go as.... John Denver? Zombie Frank Sinatra? Or perhaps a milk carton, with a "have you seen this man?" ad describing Richey Edwards.
Well, I put it off too long, and now I need to go as Zombie Frank Sinatra.... since I already have the suit. I just need to run down and pick up a few (hopefully cheap) things. And brush up on my Rat Packology. I think I'll spend the whole night saying things like "badda bing, badda boom" and basically act like a 1950s mobster. I don't know why.
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