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[gypsyandthecat]

There’s a group of high schoolers just outside the window. They’re yelling and cursing and cat calling at every woman that has to squeeze past them on the sidewalk. Their faces are painted -red and yellow and blue. I forgot what it felt like to be excited for Halloween.

Last year, I laid out my costume and pre-gamed with a vodka tonic that had too

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[gypsyandthecat]

Thank you. I love it when entries write themselves so easily.

[bennybunny]

You're a great storyteller. I enjoyed the details, your secret sugar compartments, your Wallace-esque enthusiasm for things of soup and tea persuasion.

My halloweens were stolen as a child. It is my intention to savagely procreate so I can live vicariously during the various festive seasons and pretend it is all about them.

But it really won't be. I am eating sweet potato and pumpkin soup in preparation, and quietly reassuring my stomach of imminent sweet treats.

[gypsyandthecat]

Being a story teller is easy when the story writes itself! There are so many times that I look at a blank document and sigh, because I have nothing to say, and if I do, I can't quite figure out how to say it.

Did something particular steal your halloween? I feel too pressured on holidays to actually enjoy them. It makes me anxious that people expect me to celebrate or go out and get drunk.

[adam_0oo]

I like this live streaming entry.

Stream of consciousness.

[gypsyandthecat]

Thanks. It's much easier to write when I'm in the moment. I need to remember that.