My friends have to stop giving me a heart attack. Just because I’m healthy doesn’t mean I wouldn’t die.

I received a text earlier today that says I’m hosting a Halloween party. And of course, my reply was very meaningful: what the fudge is wrong with you. I really said fudge and not fuck. As to why, I’m still not sure. But I’m thinking of resending this message, this time, with the right profanity.

I’m not a big fan, so this costume thingy is really stressing me out. Good thing I still have my Hairspray costume. That will do. Well, it should suffice.