I'm jonesing for some sugar, maaaaaan. I need a fix. Just a bump, dude. I don't know why. I've been sorely tempted for a couple of days to consume the dreaded substance. But I'm going to hang tough. I don't want to have to kick the granular white horse again.
In Unrelated News:
It's spooker time. The season has opened at the scream park where Myramains and I did some of the designing and acting last year. I'm not acting this year, because that was a whole lot of NO-FUN for me last year. I adore the planning phase, but I hate wearing layers and layers of costume when it's still really hot and humid outside. It's too hot in Louisiana all the way through mid-October. It gets comfortable after that.
Last year there was this dude working near my fortune telling hut and he had horrible, awful, and I do mean HIDEOUS bad breath. He just had way too many things to say to me and everyone else as well. He would come into my area and want to huddle and discuss things. His breath smelled just like hot manure. It went well with his costume. He was a monster with impressively authentic monster breath.
On the brighter side of things, I had a personal slave, which was really swell. He would yell at the people when they walked into my fortune telling hut and make them bow down to me. I could get used to that. The victims would just hit the floor. It heightened their fear, because they didn't know what was going to happen.
Additional bummers included the fact that I lost my voice changing machine there, and I had to give back the sexeh peasant garb after the season was over. I held onto it for as long as I could, hoping my guy from Philly would come visit and maybe I could be the enslaved peasant girl and he could be the... uh... nevermind.
But anyway... it is already time for the Halloween season and we love it around here. I may have to drag out some fiendish tales of ghosts and vampires before it's all over. I'll be thinking about that...