NeoDeath90

*Sniff* ahhhhh, Halloween. My folks have set up their annual Graveyard, I have planned out my costume, and all is right with the world.

I feel that at this time, i should have a look inward and talk about my past experiences. Mainly though, this is my costumes from as far back as i can remember.

Ages 3-6: I was always a cowboy. I won a little gold star at a friend's birthday party and reused it over and over. I must say, i looked rather dashing.

Age 7- I tired to be a ghost, but i kept tripping over my costume and got really frustrated. I ended up walking home and changing into my cowboy outfit again.

Age 8: I was Waldo. You know? "Where's Waldo?" I didn't have my glasses at that time, so i made a pair of my own. To put a twist on it, i painted my face white, put some fake stitches on, and went as a zombie version.

Ages 9-12: I have no f***ing idea. I completely forgot.

Age 13: I wore all black, attached some lit up glowsticks to my shirt and called myself a neon phantom.

Age 14: ..............crap i forgot that too.

Age 15: I ended up wearing my straw hat, painting a mustache on my face, spoke in a mexican accent and called myself an immigrant. My friend was French, and we actually got one guy who pretended to be really pissed at us for it. "Because i hate your costumes, you're getting the peanut butter cups." Greatest ToT house, ever,

Age 16: My personal favorite. I wore a crappy jacket, rubbed coal on my face, put a bag on my shoe, wore a boot on the other foot, donned a crappy hat, and called myself a hobo. So offensive, but f***ing funny.

Age 17: I stayed home and gave out candy. I wanted to go ToTing.....

Present: I'm a part of my cousin's display. ^-^

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Thanks a bunch, Simone!


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