The March Hare

Okay. I love you all, but I'm passing the fuck out now. I'll start going through photos tomorrow and adding new friends to Facebook. Night, fuckers. This was a memorable Frightmare!

Sorry we left so quickly without goodbyes. There were some parking issues and we wanted to beat the incoming storm. I love you, my family!

I see looking like absolute ass might be a TFW Sunday Morning tradition for me! Oh well!

To Miguel: To pull a level 5 creeper move by sniffing hot ladies. Also "migueling".

Scrimm is the only one I've got left! Would love to get signatures from the Boondock Saints, but their table's been pretty crazy...

Holy SHIT, it's fucking crowded and wild out there!

Drinking all Thursday night with new friends, surreal moments with horror icons, drunken Japanese dude swinging a fetus in a diaper, and being surrounded by the best family ever.... I love TFW.

And I don't give a damn what bad opinions people may have of Logic, 'cause I know I have the best husband in the world. Fuck yeah.

God.... so emotional over meeting Clive Barker.

We're heeeeeeeeeere, fuckers.

Almost time to get off work! Then rush hour, load up the car, wait for husband and THEN we can go!

Having to go all-out Nazi on unruly children today. I think I'm going to demand to be called Frau Fuchs in a minute.

Dallas, are you ready for the freak show to fuck you up? XD I should be on the road in 24 hours!!

Sometimes I want to tap parents on the shoulder and say, "You know Satan's going to file a missing persons report for the spawn you obviously stole, right?"

Note to everyone: If you have your own personal bitch, don't forget to show them appreciation today. Even if it's a pat on the ass for a job well done!

Worried about friends and family in Waco.

Apparently, kare raisu needs TWO days to mature, 'cause lunch is fucking amazing!!

Just a couple of days until I'm reunited with my freak show family. I can't wait! We leave for Dallas Thursday night!

Blargh! Don't want to be functional right now! ::sniffles:: My pillows are calling meeeeeee.

Seriously considering not taking the smexy dress to Frightmare. Hmmm.

Cleavage gets you anything. Lucky for me, I have no shame.

Why do complete strangers feel the need to play with my hair? I'm paranoid enough as it is, people.

I've discovered the southern girl in me loves Bulldog sauce. It's like thick, goopy worchestire sauce.

Making Japanese curry with Kokumaro and Java roux blocks that I had in the pantry... Yay for more curry lunches.

Hey, everyone! It's Zombie Jesus Day! Time to celebrate by biting off the heads of marshmallow chickens!