ok so we have already seen this picture. however, i just watched the shining and i was disturbed to observe how similar i look in this picture to that of the freaky redRum boy in the shining. you be the judge.

i can't believe i successfully carved my pumpkin without cutting off a finger or gouging the back of my hand. i baked the seeds too. they burned, of course. got my hair dyed/cut today. s'well as one of those manicure things and that hair that grows above my eyeballs - had that ripped outta my face too. they're called eyebrows. after the lady tore off the cloths and the wax i asked her if i was bleeding.

"You no like the feeling of the pain?"

"Uhhh, not particularly on that part of my body."

my mum insisted on the manicure and the wax torture session. not that i had a uni-brow, just cause, well, she's a mother who likes to have hair yanked out of her body instead of shaving it off. i don't care. the beautician lady told me that the hair of each eyebrow grows differently, like in different directions. great, i'm a freak. even when it comes to the directional growth of my eyebrow hairs.

"Your nails are so short. Do you bite them?"

No. liar

this is why I dye my hair, i do my own eyebrows and i don't get manicures. it's just not worth paying someone, to badmouth your beauty rituals for a couple hours. Although, the hand massage definitely felt good.

ok so i will admit, i do like how my nails look. and hair.

ok ok ok

so i didn't have a heart attack, it was more like, eighteen searing chest pains and 3.5 anxiety attacks. that day sorta sucked until i left to go party downtown. we started out at this totally lame party, danced like robots to crappy bon jovi tunes, polished off the keg then left for zen lounge. zen lounge wouldn't let us in so we went to velvet underground. this chick with a rainbow afro wig and glowing devil horns got in trouble from her boyfriend for dance-humping with me. he's all, "I turn around for one minute and yer dyking it out on the floor!?" it was great. then back to zen lounge. we were nicer the second time around so they let us in. on our way outta the place this psychotic bouncer screamed at us for walking out the wrong door, then he slammed the door. i don't like being screamed at very much.

long story short.

i was traumatized but no, there were no heart attacks.

here's me after playing glow in the dark mini putt tonite. i am excited because i lost horribly. then we saw 13 ghosts.

i don't think i will be seeing scarey movies anytime soon. my little gay heart can't take it.

tomorrow i'll post pics of what the inside of the place looks like. there's one of me humping some of the orange glowing boulders. You know, basic poses.