Metro-Western & Updates
I Hate October Take away the sherbert trees and the pumpkin spice cold brews, and October is nothing but a sorry excuse for a month. Sure, it marks the start of the holiday season, but for some reason, it also marks the start of my yearly funk. Now, I'm just pissed, tired and cold all the time. The dry cold causes my skin to ignore all skincare products and renders my face not safe for public viewing. I've never enjoyed this time of year. Sure, the Halloween parties in college were okay, but for the sake of humanity, why can't we just get drunk in slutty dark angel outfits on Father's Day? Then we can associate that day with good memories, instead of the standard boring trauma. Boots in Texas "If you wore those in a church, it'd be considered disrespectful." Hello there, weary traveler! Looks like you need fresh attire to look the part. No, we will not sell you pointed-toe boots. Those aren't for men. They may look fancy, but here in the great state ...
