It was a graveyard smashED

That's right, smashed. The party I was at last night was ridiculous. Mildly depressing, but memorable. People were dropping like Dominoes, one person barfed and then the whole party was a mess of barfing ghosts, zombies, and t.v. show characters. If someone wasn't barfing, they were passing out. What made it even more annoying is that all of the people that were barfing/passed out were cool. So by the end of the night the only people left to hang out with were the drunk sex angel, the loudmouth and their croonies. At one point, there were like five of us dancing to Halloween music and the entire perimeter of the room was lined with bodies limp from the over-consumption of Halloween spirits.

The best thing about it was the elaborate costumes. There was the perfect mix: a drunk-angel-slut, a Christmas tree, a whoppi cushion, two 40's whores, a clown, a plug and socket, and on and on. I'm going to post pictures soon.

I threw up earlier; in the shower. I haven't thrown up in awhile. It was because I ate too much Halloween candy. I was at Will's house and his mother bought soooo much stuff. Anyways, there were THREE trick-or-treaters, THREE! So I just kept eating chocolate bar after gummy worm after tootsie pop. Then I barfed. It was wonderful.

Pop Explosion is next week and I can't wait!

Pictures up tomorrow.