Well. This is an odd sight; a teenager home on a Saturday night, doing nothing worth noting.

 

That rather unfortunate sight is what you’d see if you peeked into my room. Wait. No. Don’t.

 

Anyway, here I am, sitting on my bed and eating an ice cream sandwich while wiping eyeshadow out of my eye on a Saturday night.

 

Wait.

 

No.

 

Not just any Saturday night. It’s Halloween. And I should be out there trick-or-treating my socks off. Why, you ask, am I not? Well, if you don’t know, then…that makes two of us.

 

I don’t even have anything remotely awesome to be doing. I can’t IM/text anyone because they’re busy trick-or-treating. I’m just sitting here…rotting…with my ice cream dripping onto my black shirt. Will that stain?

 

Actually, at this point, I don’t really care anymore. Drip all you want you turd, you do not affect me you measly piece of dairy. You are of no match to my almighty black shirt. Which…is…staining. Well, crap.

 

So…please drown me in your glorious pity in the comments, please.

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