sexybtob 197 days ago
When we got to Hollywood, after midnight, many people were leaving. To not ever be stopped, we carried on. Walking toward where everything was allowed to be happing, I twisted my anklein a pot hole, TWICE! In an attempt to be even “Sexy Corset” I had created forgone my glasses and forgottento pack it my contacts, then icouldn’t see. Apparently that doesn’t mix well with 5 inch heels. Whenever youfinallyarrive at while the action was, there is none. Everything was over and there was just a few categories of stragglers, mostly people walking to their cars or waiting outside of clubs. Unable to fall into the clubs,due to being just shy of 21, and having gotten separated within the group i was with, I became another wheel even as walked around for two hours doing nothing. I had been bored,I had been sober,I needed a sprained ankle, and I i would like to be with most of my guys. The last straw was when as I stood off to the side, while my friend argued with hisBF I remarked that my corset was coming unlaced. As I futilely tried to lace it back up by myself, I began to cry, ruining all the workI had placed into my face.I recently kept thinking, “If I never would have come here, this wouldn’t have happened! I might have been with my friends and during our many trips to a CLEAN, NON PORTAPOTTY, Sexy Costumes, they will have helped me!” I was so disappointed with all the entire evening, I really could not stop crying. So, I quit. I took off my heels and Sexy Bikini, and stood there crying at 3 in the morning in front of some burger place on some nameless street in Hollywood. This is the point where some strange man approached me and said, “Don’t move! I would like to take your picture. I’m a photographer and this also would work well for my next collection. I swear it’s not for porn or anything.” All I really coulddo was glare at him, with tracks of mascara down my face, and my shoes in my hand, wantingjust to scream and throw a shoe at his face.I used to be the epitome of “tragic clown”. I never went to the party. Perhaps the best part is the fact that I never saw those pictures – nor do I have any others from that horrible Halloween. But never fear! The Halloween spirit thrives on in me. However, a word of advice, don’t let strange men take you pictures. And if you do, ask for a card first.
