The Usual.

Last night I went to Target with Kelly. We do that a lot. When I called her up to see if she wanted to hang out she asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know," I replied, "the usual, I guess."

"Okay, that's fine"

"All right, I'm on my way."

And it was understood that "the usual" meant going to Target and perhaps Barnes and Noble. Most often these excursions end in buying absolutely nothing except for maybe a non-coffee beverage from Starbucks. And probably not a real Starbucks, just the Starbucks in either of these stores. It's a good time.

So we were at Target and there were Halloween costumes for little dogs. One was a giraffe costume. If I had the money, I would have bought that costume, then went and somehow found a Jack Russell Terrier to put in said costume. And then we walked down the rest of the dog accessory aisle (only at Target can that happen and I will walk down it) and I kept saying things like "Look at how cute this is!" or "I want a dog right now!" I really, really did.

And also there was a Foursquare ball with a skull and cross bones on it. And a trashcan with a ghost. And I wanted those things also. I really wish I could just buy anything that I liked, regardless of what it was. But I would not have any room for living. And there would be far too many articles of clothing around my house.

I like Halloween a lot. Anything that promotes candy is acceptable, I think. I always get excited about Halloween and then it actually gets here and it's the disappointment of a lifetime. Because I just keep saying to myself, "Now what?" Because there is nothing worthwhile about it. Maybe if I were Pagan it would be better. But as a Christian, I just get bored.

At Target, we ran into Megan Vansickle and Erin Horton and Mickey (I don't know his last name). But I like all of those people. And we went to Starbucks (a real one this time) and Carolyn met us up there. And later, Nubs and Shleby and BJ came. It was a fun time. We played BS and chatted. And I laughed a lot.

Tonight a lot of us are going to play in a graveyard because it's Friday the 13th. Maybe we'll get murdered or something. That'd be noteworthy.

So if this blog stops updating, call the authorities and tell them to look for our bodies.