Okay, so my aversion to Halloween for multiple reasons is well-documented.
I dislike the decorations, the kids ringing my doorbell (I know, call me the Halloween Grinch), the sudden spew of disgusting orange-and-brown candy. But most of all I hate the stupid costumes. OH YES. I hate them.
Which is why it is with great unhappiness I am posting the following picture of myself in a STUPID Halloween parade I had to go to in my STUPID little town with the STUPID marching band in STUPID Junior High. I don't think I hated it too much then, because I was young and naive. Oh, gag, I can't believe I'm doing this...
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...wait for it...
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BOOM:
I am the one on the right. *sob*
FYI: Do not allow this to convince you that I am in any way ANYTHING but incredibly, super cool and also very very hot. Heh. Keep in mind this was FIFTEEN years ago people! Just hurry up and Haiku it if you're going to, because I have to go look at really good pictures of myself (of which there are MANY, I tell you! they just aren't as funny, dammit) and then bury myself under the covers in embarrassment.
