my halloween mix, bitches ("don't worry if i write rhymes, I WRITE CHECKS.")

I would put more time or thought or energy into this, but I'm going by the seat of my pants. I mean "Running With the Devil" by Van Halen is great and all, and Judas Priest does inspire me to kill on occasions, but by now I think everyone in the universe knows I am going to Uffie on October 31st. As my dear friend Ryan told me, this means I need blonde hair and lots of eye make-up and potentially fishnets. And I know the great American movie Mean Girls said that Halloween is the one chance us prim and proper LAYDEEZ have chances to dress like hoochies. Not that I am really a lady, more of a sloppy woman-child that little boys on sidewalks scream "TINA FEY" at (seriously this happened Friday), but would you ever see me in torn clothes and heels otherwise? Besides, I do have this really weird obsession with her. I don't know how it began. I think it's because I realized I care too much about most things and Uffie feels like the anti-me. plus she's just too ridiculous at some times, but in the best kind of way. Question: is it worth to dye my hair for this? I have never dyed my hair. oh girl world, there is so catching up you and I have to do.

UFFIE - Difficult from Uffie on Vimeo.

so, more identity questions to ponder. do I go as super slutty Uffie? do I go as pregnant Uffie? do I go as classy Uffie with no alcohol or drugs in her system? which Uffie AM I? tsk tsk tsk.

but there you have it. October 31st, I will be rocking out to this shit. in Edinboro at a bar that looks like Joan Cusack's vagina. YES, I'M THAT. HOT CHICK THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN TOUCH. I'M LIKE THIS COLD ASS BITCH AND I AIN'T READY TO SUCK. UFFIE IS HEAR, THE BOYS ARE SAYING AND THE CLUB IS PACKED, AND THIS ONE IS FOR ALL MY LADIES THAT LIKE TO SHAKE IT LIKE THAT
SO GET YOUR ASS ON THE FLOOR
DOWN TO THE FLOOR
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this post is lovingly dedicated to Ryan.

*lol hear = here