InsaneJournal

This building has a thirteen floor! Isn't that something? Come so far from clinging to superstitions! And braver still, hosting a party on said floor! Brilliant! Like laughing at the devil himself. Therapeutic practice, that. Or should I say invigorating? Both. I'll say both. Less serious and life threatening though (I hope). The party, I mean. Not laughing at the devil.  Don't do that. Not unless you've a black hole handy.

Now, there being a party at all poses some conundrums. Do I attend and if I do... I am then in need of a costume! Can't go as myself, but can I go as an old self? Wear a leather jacket and, no... no, I'll not sacrifice my hair for being cool. A white suit, dapper fedora? Oh! Oh, yes! I know! I could go as someone not me who happens to look, talk, act, and think like me, thus is impersonating me, but really I'm still me, and hush it's a mental and utterly lazy costume riddled with secrecy except that you're now aware of it. Bollicks. Oh, it's not even Halloween yet and I'm already exhausted considering my options! Doesn't it seem a bit odd, asking famous faces of supposed fiction to wear famed outfits when a healthy portion of the lot of us are already utilized as such in this universe?

But then again, that is the fun of it, isn't it? Because we are all quite real in our respective universes, and we've all been prone to doing some pretending for kicks and grins.


Why a stick of greenery on the lapel though? Couldn't it have been a banana? I like bananas. Delicious, yellow, and they'd have gone much better with that color scheme. Nope, nope already too complicated. 'Fraid that may cause its own paradox anyway. Have I gotten myself in a thought loop? Suspect that means I was supposed to be grading something. Right, then! Back to it.