Happy Halloweenies! Warm regards, The Republic of SAS
Hi. Today I was running some errands and whilst in line at a bank, a woman dressed as a "cat" tugged on my arm and remarked; "Oh, I love your costume. Oliver Twist right? That's awesome.". To which I responded, nonchalantly; ".... ..... ..... .... Oh right. *nervous giggle* Yes. That's quite right, Oliver Twist... Charles Dickens, yes that's right thank you.". So, here's a little SASAFACT:
I'M NOT WEARING A HALLOWEEN COSTUME
That's just how I look, occasionally. **Laughing Out Loud** That hat was given to me by my own mother. It has travelled with me to 5 of 13 Oasis concerts. I fucking love it. The girl at the bank must have been somewhat intelligent, mind you. She could have cognitively deduced that I was trying to portray Oliver Twist as it relates to current economic hardships. You would have to know Dickens, really. I am giving her the benefit of any doubt.
I am going to dispense candy to kids, have a walkabout and, decidedly, stay in tonight to watch scary movies and shove copious amounts of Smartfood popcorn into my face. Whatever you do in life, don't watch The Strangers. I did do, late last night and thoroughly regret doing so. I managed to get to the halfway mark before I deemed it Too scary to watch on my own in an, arguably, haunted Victorian house to continue any further. I'm just saying.
Oh, unrelatedly; In an attempt to vanquish any notion that i r a bit ghey, I totally passed on the opportunity to purchase a bottle of Cotton Candy Body Spray. But, I ask, who doesn't wanna fucking smell of Cotton Candy?