No ghouls or ghosties there tonight but no hottie totties either. Feeling fabulous but no one to flirt with, a unique form of NY agony. Get me out a here I would rather chat with the nice old BUY STUFF lady from the Halloween store, at least she had a good message for us all on how to live our measly wee lives.
"Buy stuff - from me - or die."
It is simple and effective indeed, but it is 2am and I want a snog, I have too much STUFF as it is and no place to put it in my east village pad, I want Smooches not stuff, eh what do you say to that old scary ladykins?
-- Posted from my iPhone
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