Here is Veronica Lake dressed as a spooooooooooky witch for you guys cause Halloween is right around the corner.  Ok, maybe not that spooky, since it is from a romantic comedy but I am going to just guess most of my followers have never seen I Married a Witch so you don’t know that.  So trust me, it’s completely spooky.  It’s about an centuries old curse!  WooooooooO!  All of that is actually true but you know, tone is important.  She came up in conversation yesterday and honestly, the present day costumes sure are letting me down this year.  Luckily, we always have nostalgia to fall back on, the golden memories of yesteryear that we can twist to suit our desires so that the past always proves us right one way or another.  Speaking of nostalgia, Pigeon Foo replied to this ask yesterday and I enjoyed it because I love Halloween and I want to hear about people’s Halloweens.  I have already shared my favorite memories there but I can dig deep for another story.  During the end of my trick or treating days, I can’t remember what but we had entered the point where it was terribly uncool to care about anything, which I assume is still a thing that happens but was maybe the motto of my entire generation, caring is for losers, and I tried too hard with my costume.  Which wasn’t really all that hard, it was basically a grim reaper robe and scythe and then I painted my face and probably did a crummy job of it.  In general I lack artistic talent and while I can often imagine things and how I want them to look the translation from brain to pen really fucks things up and my picture ends up looking lamer than a stick figure.  So my face paint of a super scary skeleton face was probably terrible. But more importantly someone invited Josh Cox along and I fucking hated Josh Cox.  I think one of my friends liked him but I always thought he was a back full of dicks, which was convenient because his last name was Cox and I could be a vicious little shit and my only real revenge was to make fun of people until it caught on, and boy did I have a field day with the last name Cox back in Junior High.  I might secretly be the villain of this story actually.  Oh well.  Anyway, his grandfather had founded the country club in the neighborhood we were going to trick or treat in (houses around a country club often give good candy.  Like full sized candy bars.  It was insane).  We were so convinced that we were going get a lot of candy we didn’t bring bags or little plastic buckets, we brought pillow cases this time and everyone but me brought multiple masks so they could go back to the good houses more than once.  This is where the mocking lead by ol’ Josh Coxsucker (one of my many hyper clever nicknames I gave him in 6th grade) came in.  They all were just wearing t-shirts and jeans and a mask.  I had tried too hard.  He told me flat out no one would ever want to make out with me with all that face paint on.  Which, I’ll be honest, in retrospect feels like a real win for me.  I didn’t want to make out with any of the people we were trick or treating with.  Which I guess left the adults who were giving us candy.  I don’t remember wanting to make out with any of them and frankly if the only thing that was preventing them from making out with me was the face paint then I dodged a real bullet!  Sorry pedophiles, I have face paint on.  Anyway, often I have a point to these stories that ties everything back in and I guess I do here.  I guess my point is that Josh Cox was a dickhead and what’s the point of having a blog with thousands of followers if you can’t defame some kid from Junior High when you suddenly remember he existed for the first time in years.  Take that, Josh.  You suck.  Veronica Lake is awesome.  And if you are reading this please feel free to reblog with one of your favorite Halloween Memory or send it to me or whatever.  I genuinely want to know.  Today I want to fuck Veronica Lake.