Went to a great Hallowe'en party last night. My costume was a Krocha, a typical type of young "style" here. On the 5-minute walk to G&T's house, I passed a bunch of them lingering around acting cool.
The costumes were great--winning costume went to a couple who were Mona Lisa and daVinci. CK was a little unnerved by the look--said he wasn't sure that it was still me:)
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Ponyboy Ponyboy there-for art thou, Ponyboy!
What a look! I wouldn't have recognized you if I'd passed you in the street.
What did the true Krocha you passed by think of your costumery? Did you pass for one of them?
that's what CK said. He didn't want to kiss me goodbye--said it felt weird:)
and the true Krocha asked me for cigarettes. I kept walking of course!
Wonderful! What a laugh. You gave them a Krocha-on-Krocha snub!
The cut direct, as it were:)
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