Happy New Jeer!
The first Halloween I can remember was when I was about six. My nascent gay ass wanted to be a witch for Halloween (fitting, eh?). The boy next door with whom we went trick-or-treating wanted to be Superman. My obliging mother was totally kosher with my gender-inappropriate choice of costume. I believe she even still has pictures of the event somewhere at home.
So, here’s to all the bitchy witches in the world like myself who had a mediocre 2005. Let’s boil boil toil and trouble our cares away in hopes for better days in 2006. My ass is on (paid) vacation until the new year’s, so no computer access ’til then.
*Cheers*
