Hey girl, why so quiet?

I AM SO BUSY!!!! I had the lofty goal of writing at least twice a week on this here pageroo when I started this site, and that. Is. HILARIOUS. Add full-time school to a full-time job and add a smidge of a social life, and the available minutes fly away into the air like pollen in the fall. I think about things to write about all the time, but haven't become thoughtful enough to jot a note or something to remind my old ass later, and POOF. Gone. And as I sit here typing, I have no dang idea what I want to write about. Hmmmmm.

Halloween just happened. I actually made it out the Saturday before in a fairly elaborate get-up. I was smitten with a purple wig, which evolved into a very purple ensemble, so I decided I was Mrs. Grimace. Post-divorce. 

Rant purplely, right? Super fun to get away from gingerdom sometimes, it's such a huge part of my identity. I did not revisit this look on Halloween itself, but instead chose an easy, funny thing I could throw on after work. No trick-or-treaters at my place EVER, so it was beers with buddies instead.

(God, I'm boring myself right now.)

The funny thing about Halloween to me is how people act when they are dressed as someone or something else. Some take it as an excuse to tart it up and get super slutty, and good for them. But I gotta wonder, why save it for that one day? I've said it before, but hell, let your slut flag fly! It's obviously enjoyable to let it all hang out, and there are 364 other days to embrace your inner ho-bag! Others go super dark, which is fine unless a lot of alcohol is involved. Or too much sugar. Hey buddy, that tin foil butcher knife is a little too close to my Guinness, step the hell back. Others just take the day as an excuse for bad behavior in general. One of my friends got uncomfortably flirty with me with his girlfriend across the same room, for example. STAHP. Your costume doesn't make you resistant to consequences, unfortunately. 

It is super fun to see highly clever costumes. People put SO much time, thought, money, and effort into this day. I have had some amazing costumes in my day, but I can't take credit for them. My mommy made them. :)

So what if I was only 6, Lynda Carter woulda been proud! 

I'm glad it's over, the amount of candy in my life lately is concerning. And now that I've bored you (and myself) sufficiently, I'm gonna go watch the last episode of Stranger Things 2. And I promise not to write again until I have something to write about!

Nighty night.