The dumbass I'm supposedly dating was supposed to dress like John Smith so I could be a beautiful Pocahontas, but no, bitch got high and never went to search for a costume, so at the end he had to dress up like Bret Michaels and I was a groupie (in other words, I was too lazy to go get a costume).
Went out to a party, got waaasted. Good times. O this was on the 26th, I didn't do anything on the 31st. I was DYING to watch tthe ghost hunters special but I still have basic cable so I don't get sci fi :-(