While walking to the bathroom this morning, I had a somewhat embarrassing exchange with a girl who lives down the hall from me:

Me: (noticing her striped t-shirt and leg warmers) Hey, I love your costume.

Girl: (horrified) Um, thanks, but I'm not wearing a costume.

Me: !!!!!!!!!!

Classy. So anyway, tonight I am dressing as a witch. That's right -- green skin, pointy hat, displaced self-hatred appropriated to forest-dwelling gnomes. Of course, this is all just a thinly veiled excuse to wear eyeliner and a cape, but whatever. I'll be the hottest pagan this side of the Elysian Fields.

Time to go shopping for green body paint and press-on nails with my boyfriend. Peace out, my pretties.