Party Pooper Positivity

was spewing out of me mouth.

was part of my first ever surprise party ever on Friday, ever. The Undertone Trio and about 30-40 family and friends of someone sat in a dark, hot room for what seemed like 2 or 3 minutes. Then the birthday girl arrived. About 30-40 "shushes" took place. Then a little girl not hiding in the room yelled real loud, "They're hear, be quiet!!" Thanks for ruining everything, little girl. I know who I'm NOT inviting to my next surprise party.
I dressed as a party pooper saturday night at the show. I think at the age of 25, I reserve the right to not wear a COSTUME because corporate america wants me to buy into their comsumer bullyhoo. "But it's just havin' a little fun," you say, all giggly behind your mask. Ha. First it's "wear a costume and pretend you're a ninja." then it's "wear this COSTUME and pretend you're a SOLDIER." No thank you. I'll put on a black tshirt and jeans and pretend I'm not a socially inept fidget-monger, just like always.

Besides, what if something happens? Like my friend who spent some time in jail dressed in a cute devils outfit? They made her take off her horns to get her mug shot.