Sometimes it's great being a werewolf, and sometimes you smell another woman on the collar of your supposedly-true beau. He's in the rear view now, obviously, and I made Mom and Dad and Ezra watch Ten Things I Hate About You and eat ice cream last night, so I'm pretty much over it, so this is just sort of an FYI so you don't go "hey Cassie, how are things going with that guy you're seeing" and ruin my life.
I should have known. His name was Chad.
ANYWAY my project suggestion for an Amnesty International "Classic Monsters" walk got overruled in favor of a "zombie" walk, which I'm not going to be a part of because reasons, and I really hate the world. I'm officially a free agent in love, life, and walks, so someone needs to come up with something I can do for Halloween STAT.
I have a sexy toothbrush costume ready and rarin' to go.