A Pumpkin Lady Rant: The Jack O' Lantern Mon.

My creativity was having a bit of a lie in today and I found myself in a pit of darkness because of it. How ever am I supposed to blog without my imagination? Am I truly going to break my resolutions this soon?

Nay I said.

Nay says I.

I confess, I do normally just cobble together something in about 5 minutes, if you haven't noticed and thought I put effort into these few posts, please, do tell me. My ego will balloon.

My ego ballooning. I was so young...

Needless to say I have gotten off my original topic.

I asked a friend of mine what I should use as a topic. She said her. So this is that, my Pumpkin Lady rant.

Such a sweet Pumpkin she was at first. So young and innocent. It was on her first Halloween that her true side came out... the Jack O' Lantern Mon. A truly fearsome beast.

x Insert censored picture here I'm too lazy to make. x

Claws that snatch and teeth that catch... oh wait. No. Jabberwock. Hang on.

Oh yes. A mind with no brain. A head empty but filled with fire! Riding the streets at night... coming after you with a stereotypical Jamaican accent! Oh the horror! The horror! And then... she becomes oh so sweet Pumpkin Lady again. Such a stunningly cruel deception.

And I have to be completely honest here. I lost any possible idea of what I was going to say because I was distracted by my ego balloon. So I'm not going to prolong my death out anymore.

It is time.

To pop the balloon.

Lils, being popped.

Hail! To the Year-Before-The-Last-Year-Before-The-Apocalypse.

Doesn't quite have the same ring does it?

Ah. 2012. The end of the world. Ragnarok. The end of days. The Second Coming. Armageddon. Every culture has one. And now I am beginning to sound cliche. No matter.

But it's not quite the year 2012. The end of the year is not quite upon us. But never fear, we have one whole year left before 2012, when the countdown begins. And I ask that you do not quake in your boots again, because I am not Cassandra, the prophetess of doom that never had her words of truth heeded. I am simply The Latin Moon. So yes, perhaps you should fear.

It is customary, when sweeping out the cobwebs and dust of the last year out the door, when prepping the closet, for this year's skeleton, to make promises to ourselves, that we swear to uphold in this new year. Supposedly of course. They are merely tokens which we keep for a month then forget about in increasing doses.

But I am of this society, where this is custom and thus I present to you, The Internet, my solemn oaths. Because where else do you place your private thoughts than in public?

I solemnly swear I up to no good.

I solemnly swear I shall post once a week.

I solemnly swear to exercise once a day.

I solemnly swear to be primed and ready to stalk certain minions this summer.

I solemnly swear to get more minions or pillage villages and kidnap some more.

That fifth and final oath is one which you, The Internet, must fulfill for me. Make it your resolution too! And join me. Join me now and reap your rewards, or force my head and you shall of sowed your destruction.

Once again I prove myself to be dramatic don't I?

Luna, signing off.