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The coolest site I've seen in a long time...

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Thank goodness.


Sales of that fraudulent coin are being halted

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I miss Halloween.


The suckiest thing about growing up is losing Halloween. It was the one day a year that I looked forward to, more so than my birthday or even Christmas. Birthdays and Christmas were always ultimately depressing. Would my father forget my birthday again? Would I have to send a thank you note to an aunt for a gift that wasn't meant for me in the first place? Would my family be able to afford Christmas this year?


Halloween was so much fun because it the one day that seemed like everyone got to be something completely different, and it couldn't disapoint. My family didn't have to do anything except take us to a neighborhood for trick-or-treating, or the county grange for a Harvest Carnival. No one had to remember how to spell my name correctly on Christmas presents or even when my birthday was. Halloween, without fail, is always October 31st.


On Halloween, kids got along better at school; there wasn't as much competition as per usual (no one whispered behind each other's backs about whether or not Rachel Love was wearing Victoria's Secret bras, or if anyone saw Renee Turner and Frankie Barrigan kissing behind the handball court). There was mutual admiration for originality of imagination between the "cool" kids and the normal kids, and usually it was the normal kids who came to school in the better costumes anyway.


In 8th grade, though, the middle school cancelled Halloween. We had a growing population of Jehovah's Witnesses in our area, and there was an uproar that the party/dance on Friday night was going to be Halloween themed. The dance was officially switched to a Harvest Carnival, white-washed the way the church across the street vanilla-fied their own Halloween celebration. Furthermore, it was declared that anyone who came to school that year in a costume would be suspended, and if you came to the dance later that night in a costume, admittance would be denied. All Halloween decorations were promptly taken down. Paper cut-outs of Jack-O-Lanterns in the classrooms were thrown in the garbage, and regular pumpkins with boring brown stems were put up in their place. I didn't go to school in a costume, but I decided not to go to the dance either.


That was the year Halloween died. Ever since, it's never really held the same amount of magic as it did before. 3 years ago, I tried to re-capture what I could of my youthful exhuberance by dressing up as a fairy. But it really loses something to sit on the couch in pink tights, in a pink tutu with flower petals trapped inside, with pink glittery wings and matching pink glitter platform heels with no where to go and nothing to do except to watch as Jamie Lee Curtis is harassed by Michael Myers in Halloween for the twentieth time.


In fact, I sold the glitter fairy shoes on eBay last week. What do I need with them without a Halloween to look forward to?

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Blatantly stolen from Bloggy (but I just couldn't resist):

How to make a sexyphlegm

Ingredients: 1 part anger 3 parts brilliance 5 parts leadership

Method: Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add a little lustfulness if desired!

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