Sunday, November 01, 2009

Halloween 2009

So, another Halloween has passed. The Castro was freaking packed. Got trashed. By the end of the night, I found myself digging for someone's tonsils. Who I later find out is British and with his Husband on vacation.

I'm such a hot mess.

What the heck? Why am I a magnet for unavailable men? It's like once they see me, they know I can be taken advantage of. And the sad thing is, I am.