I was discussing Halloween with Gavool last night while waiting for mummy dearest to arrive. It’s getting me depressed about the end of October already. My sincerely favorite day of year and I have yet to get to a good party. I find it’s a little like New Years. Somewhere in the city there must<\/i> be some amazing parties, but I am caught in the party dregs. The last swill in the bottom of the champagne bottle parties. The one with back-wash from the drunken moron who just handed it to you, just about setting your silver painted hair on fire with his cigarette. He’s slobbering on a girl you came with, who’s been too blasted to be company for a good three hours. Putting the bottle down, you go stand outside to be alone because it’s better than this. You look back into the lit house and feel so alone that being at home watching television would be better. Bitter, I don’t even own a television. That party. Every damned year. <\/p>\n
They make me want to steal a car and just drive at night. Keep going until I hit a city that isn’t this one. Drive until the sun comes up and find out where I am. I’m considering leaving the city for Halloween this year. If I can manage to swing another job into play, then I could save enough to find somewhere with people in it. I don’t think I could stand yet another painfully failed holiday. It’s the only one I ever pay attention to. I forgot christmas last year. Woke up to people calling me to wish my Merry X-mas and I couldn’t understand what they were going on about. “Isn’t that over already?” Like I would care. Give me a holiday that celebrates in the damned dark. No family dinner and a hellish load of candy. I want to carve pumpkins then make too much pie. Give me a day in costume and I am a gleeful girl. I twirl around and giggle. Don’t kill it this year world. Have some broken boned mercy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was discussing Halloween with Gavool last night while waiting for mummy dearest to arrive. It’s getting me depressed about the end of October already. My sincerely favorite day of year and I have yet to get to a good party. I find it’s a little like New Years. Somewhere in the city there must … Continue reading “stop me now”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-805","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/805","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=805"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/805\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=805"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=805"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=805"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}