Sup TB.
Spooktober. The one month of the year when I feel truly alive. Ghosts. Skeletons. Annoying teenagers. Sometimes pumpkins. Wind which blows my hair into my eyes every time I go to my local grocery store. Falling autumn leaves.
You know the drill.
New years is too loud. Xmas is fake. The only thing you celebrste is the absurd Spooktober. Candy. Marshies. All things sweet.
What will you do this year? Any carving going on in your damp, moss covered cave?
Spooktober. The one month of the year when I feel truly alive. Ghosts. Skeletons. Annoying teenagers. Sometimes pumpkins. Wind which blows my hair into my eyes every time I go to my local grocery store. Falling autumn leaves.
You know the drill.
New years is too loud. Xmas is fake. The only thing you celebrste is the absurd Spooktober. Candy. Marshies. All things sweet.
What will you do this year? Any carving going on in your damp, moss covered cave?