I'd Rather Have A Free Bottle In Front Of Me Than a Pre-Frontal Lobotomy

This Saturday is Halloween. I guess I kind of lost that fact due to the reality that people have had Halloween candy out for the past six weeks.

I want to go out this Saturday with a friend. All I want is a cold beverage and conversation. I do not want to be expected to be dressed in a costume. I do not want to be surrounded by a bunch of women who use the holiday to dress up like whores.

"I'm Cat-Woman!"

Yeah, if she were a whore.

"I'm a nurse!"

Yeah, if she were a whore.

"I'm a whore!"

Hey! Great costume! I never would have guessed!

Nothing against the whores, mind you. Everyone needs a purpose in life. Just don't be dippin' your buxomness in my drink when you lean over the bar. God only knows where those babies have been. (Or will be before the evening is over.)

In other words, I was just looking for a quiet evening out. I need to go to the loser bar for losers where I can get a good drink and be left to my own devices.

My Halloween costume is a bitchy old broad. I wear it everyday thank you.

Today will be the last morning that I will be at my old job. I will be going there tomorrow after work to mop up and close things out and then I will be free to devote all of my energies to the new gig where I still look like I am on Team Drunken Monkey.

I am exceedingly hard on myself. That is my blessing and my curse. I hate being stupid and not being able to do the job I'm being paid for. This is good because it makes me try harder. Conversely, it also gets under my skin and makes me ruminate on my day ad infinitum.

One of my favorite quotes goes something like this: He walked along the crowded street until he spied a nice dark place in which he could commit mortal sin.

I'm not so much into the mortal sin business, maybe next weekend. However, I completely understand where he's coming from.