Oct the Twenty-Ninth – Untitled Bigfoot Project (156/224)

Oct the Twenty-Ninth

You know what I learned today? Saturday is Halloween.

Like, what the fuck? I was so… so enamored, I guess, with the novelwriting and such that I totally stopped paying attention to the date and the passage of time in general. Like, I knew what the date was, because of this journal and stuff, but I totally forgot about Halloween. Completely forgot it existed. Crazy.

Anyway, wan’a know how I learned that Saturday is Halloween? Because Tori apparently loves Halloween – it’s the one holiday where her parents sometimes throw a party at their gigantic mansion, if it is indeed a mansion; I’ve yet to go over there – and her parents are throwing a party tomorrow night (they’re going away to see the grandmother this weekend, as they have been every weekend as of late) for the first time in, like, five years. Or so she says. I have no reason not to believe her, but I’ll continue being skeptical for the sake of this Journal.

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Nevermind. Lol. What I’m trying to say is that Tori invited me to her Halloween party at her house. I forced her to talk about her issues with her parents and now I’m meeting them.

And I am scared SHITLESS, Journal! Scared fucking shitless! They’re lawyers, and not only that, but successful lawyers! Lawyers who own their own firm, a firm called “Moriarty Lawful and Orderly”! I googled it, it’s a real thing! The way I see it, it’s either going to be a complete disaster or it’s going to be great. I don’t know which. She won’t admit it, but I think she’s freaking out too, because when I asked her what she was going to dress up as she had absolutely no idea. I was like, “For a girl who loves Halloween, you sure don’t know what you’re going to dress up as for Halloween.” And she sent me a series of three emojis, the first a pair of eyeballs looking to the left, then a face with the eyes looking up, then a face with eyes looking to the right.

The woman rolled her eyes at me over text, Journal.

So I suggested we dress up as Samurai Jack and Ashi, knowing she would say no, and uh… she said yes. Not only did she know who I was talking about, somehow, but she fuckin’ said yes! So I need to get a gi, and a sword, and I think I need to die my hair black. She said she was go’n’a die her hair black, too, which I’m morbidly curious to see. She’s goddamn gorgeous with her brunette locks, like curly waterfalls of chocolate they are, so I have to imagine she’ll rock the black hair. Not all girls with black hair rock it, it takes a certain kind of bad bitch to rock black hair, I think, and Victoria is undeniably a bad bitch.

So anyway, uh, yeah. Going to meet my girlfriend’s parents dressed up as Samurai Jack. And she’s going to be wearing a formfitting black bodysuit. Definitely excited to see the formfitting black body suit. Heh. I’ll let you know how it goes~

This has been the next journal entry from Untitled Bigfoot Project. Here is everything you need to know about it:

Untitled Bigfoot Project

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If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~

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