This is probably the first Halloween that was a complete disaster.  First, I dropped almost a couple hundred on this custom-made Greek [hoochie] goddess outfit.  But the lady made the dress too short, kind of to the length of a t-shirt…she also made it one size too small which was Ok, but it only accentuated the fact that the dress was so short that half of Hampton Roads would have seen my ass.  When I called the lady up she was like ” Just wear panty hose, no one will notice” but yea, like sheer stocking are going to hide anything.

So after my sister forbid me to wear it, I opted to wear this French maid costume that I bought last year and never wore.  Problem with this one is that I dropped a few pounds over the last year, which in turn caused the costume to drop off of me.  I had to use like 30 safety pins to permanently attach the thing to the corset underneath which was uncomfortable as hell.  At lease Capone’s outfit fit him, he just went as Hugh Hefner with his little captain hat and silk bathrobe.
So the Sat. before Halloween I had, like, 3 parties I had to be at and I ended up getting completely plastered to where Scott had to carry me out to the car.  I’m pretty sure I flashed a few people too, so let’s just see how long it takes for those to get on the Internet.  That was the night I decided that I’m never drinking again (and I’m not even 21 yet).

On actual Halloween night I didn’t even dress up, me and a group of friends just went to Keagan’s where my sister bartends.  What sucks the most is that I had to work that night so I was there for about 2 hours before I had to leave.  Earlier that night I forgot to buy candy so all these little kids were coming to the door looking for candy.  All I had handy were airplane bottles of Captain Morgan and some birth control pills — but hey, at least it’s something.  I don’t see you giving back to the community.

So anyways, that’s the story of my shitty Halloween.

I don’t even know…I just came home one day and here they were:

So I talked to my stalker today, but it turns out that he only wanted to ask for directions to my house. I was a little disappointed, but I like to keep tabs on him anways. So far, here’s what I know:

- He has a bunny named Roxy (irony at it’s finest, as I used to have a Dutch bunny named Roxy, named after my surfboard)

- His favorite thing from Taco Bell is the grilled stuffed chicken burrito

- The bulge in his pocket is actually from the plastic bag that he wants to suffocate me with
So umm yea, that’s about all I know.

I therefore encourage all the young ladies out there to get to know your stalkers, so they can find you better. No one likes a party pooper.

It seems to be a while since I’ve been actually posting anything, since I’m working 50% of the time and partying the other 50% — that’s almost 100% !!!  I also started this new thing where I’m going to try reading more because apparently reading is supposed to make you smart.  This was before I found out that picture books with 10 giant words on each page don’t count.  I also found out that Barnes & Noble is not the optimal place to pick up hot guys either.

My Good Luck Pineapple broke today and I’m very upset….it’s the very first pineapple I bought when I moved out of my parents’ house three years ago, and it’s been in my freezer ever since.  Man, the last time I was this upset was when I bought Capone a fish named Charlie…and then he ate it.

I was finally able to get the dogs together to show you why I don’t need to lock my doors at night. They didn’t want to pose nude, but hey, I have a website to run. Click for a larger image:

The sexy man on the left is Timber (Pitbull, 90 lbs), middle is Capone (Pitbull puppy, 35 lbs), and right is Harley (German Shepherd-Pitbull mix, 65 lbs)

Yes, I turned twenty yesterday and my liver is still reminding me. The picture below is really the only one that came out, mainly because the person taking it was the only one who wasn’t plastered. So enjoy it, print it out, tape it to your ceiling, and grab yourself a paper towel.

 From left:  Kristy, Shanon, Me, Torie (sis) Tisha, Jesaka, Melissa, Tabi

For anyone who hasn’t met the newest addition to the Vasilé family, I’d like to introduce you to Capone. He’s a purebred pitbull currently at 12 weeks, 25 lbs. His vet estimated that based on his genes he’s probably going to reach about 80-90 lbs by the time he’s a year old. Yes, that means that my puppy is going to be beast, and he’s probably going to make your puppy his bitch. I’m already working on digging a hole in my backyard to dispose of all the contingent body parts he’s probably going to bring home.

Click on the pic for the full image. You can see more pictures of my sexy-ass puppy in my Gallery.

So I learned today that electric can openers have little magnets in the top that apparently hold on to the lid while the can is being opened.  And get this — apparently you’re supposed to take the stuff out of the can before you put it in the microwave because I guess metal and microwaves don’t go together.  I wonder why they don’t put this kind of stuff of the labels.  I mean, good thing I’m a genius and I figured that out before I could have killed myself.