Today is Hallowe'en. My friends and I are thinking of going out trick-or-treating tonight. Either that or we'll try to find a Hallowe'en party to crash. But I'm hoping for the former option. We've got no food left, and some chocolate would be very, very welcome.

Regardless, I will be accompanied in our escapades by individuals dressed as: an angel, a fairy, a goth girl (actually a guy), Jesus, and a demon-y sort of person.

I'm going as Anne Rice.

It seems suiting, after all. I'm a writer, I'm fascinated by most things vampiric, and this year I'm nearly huge enough to look like the woman... And I can pull off the gothy-yet-frumpy look fairly well. A gothy orca. If a gothy orca doesn't remind you of Anne Rice, you must never have seen a picture of the woman.

Neil said: "You're MUCH cuter than Anne Rice."

"Fuck that!" I yelped. "Cuter, maybe, but more importantly, I'm a WAY BETTER WRITER than her!"

Hmph.

Besides, the vampires in my stories are WAY more fascinating than the vampires in HER stories.

I want chocolate.

~Helena*