Thriller

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE STOP READING IF YOU DON'T LIKE HALLOWEEN, GAYS, BUNNY RABBITS, OR SAILORS.

Well, if you haven't guessed it already by the disclaimer, HAPPY GAY CHRISTMAS!  Ok, ok, I know it's a few days late, but I've been practically raped, pillaged, burned and destroyed by my school schedule the past few weeks.  Unfortunately, I don't think that the pillaging will end anytime soon, so don't expect much from this post as my brain is pretty fried from school (and from the celebratory activities of the past weekend). 

After waiting all year the gays most participated holiday, All Hallows Eve, I was already exhausted by the time Saturday came about.  Mostly homework did me in but work didn't really help either. Real life can be so tiring.  Anyways, in typical gay style, the night came and went in a flash of glitters, bunny rabbits, hot pink lashes, feather boas, and some silver sparkly spandex (say that 6 times fast, you can really hear that crisp on the S). Somehow everyone made it home alive, including my bunny ears, so I'd call the night a skipping success. 


....Oh, my brain died already.  It sounds like a record that's stuck, repeating the same thoughts over and over again.


So, sadly, I'll leave you with only these few words from one of the truest diva's who ever walked this green Earth, the late and great Michael Jackson, RIP.  

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom


That's kind of how I feel every time I saunter home from the Calgary's lame ass gay bar. 


Now, I know I been makin' you wait a while for this little post, but I promise things will get better soon, my midway hell through fall semester is almost conquered and I'll be back sharing my sparkly adventures on a more regular basis. In the mean time, enjoy this awesome remix of the Halloween classic.