Labcoat? Check. Glasses? Check. Camera secretly hidden in my pillow? Talking Computer? Check and check. Hope this works.
You know how these kids get so entitled? No one calls them on their bullshit. Trick or treat? Trick me, motherfucker. I dare you.
I'm not getting nearly the volume I did last year. I attribute it to my laziness about not carving pumpkins this time round.
My husband is making me watch scary movies. I want to cry. At least I have a blanket to cover my eyes.
My mom gave me some shitty individual packs of candy corn. I didn't expect kids to come by here. I'm glad they didn't, I would feel bad for giving out that shit.
Things more moving along at a pretty good clip out here in the 'burbs, but have lulled for the past 30 minutes or so. The next kid to ring my doorbell is probably going to score himself about 50 mini candy bars. And as a side not, if you are old enough to wear heels (even if you can't yet walk in them), you are probably too old to be trick or treating. Annnnndddd, the diet started today. SOMEBODY BETTER TAKE THIS FUCKING CANDY OR I AM GOING TO CUT A BITCH.
GO MYA! You can do it. Just make your husband eat it, or give the next kid all the junk food in your house. Other than the fact that no kids are coming by here this year, it would be impossible to give my junk food away like that. I don't think their parents would appreciate me handing out jello shots.
Man, I love me some candy corn. I haven't had a single piece this year. All that wasted opportunity when I was insisting on not being accountable. I think there are a few of us on diets currently, yep, we can do it.