Halloween

Yesterday was great. Mom and the girls went to the Hollywood party at Mom's work. They were all dressed up and glamorous looking. I dressed as a rock star for work. I couldn't think of anything else, so I wore my black pants, new black boots, black Beatles shirt, and my black beret. I put on makeup, too (something I rarely do). I looked pretty hot. It's fun to dress up. I wish I could do that every day. Next year I want to be catwoman.
When I was weeding the classical cd's (they're located by the door) I heard someone open the doors, followed by a loud bang and,"Son of a...!!!" Josh (the groovy one) walked in a second later.
I laughed and said,"Hi..."
"What's shakin'" he asked. Later when he was leaving he walked over to me, put a hand up to the side of his mouth like he was telling me a secret and whispered,"You look f*cking sexy!" Okay, is that sexual harrasment?
Anyway, it was fun being a rock star for a night (and looking really, really hot for once). I told my co-workers that my name was Elle. Just Elle. It was great.
I was kind of conflicted about the whole Halloween thing. We stopped celebrating it when I was about 8 or 9 because Mom said it was an evil day and explained to me how Halloween came about. Then all of a sudden she was all about the party at her work and evidently Halloween is okay now. So I was confused, but I figured if it's okay with her, then it's okay with me.