i just want to sit around and eat candy all afternoon. fists full of candy corn and twizzlers and raisinets and skittles. did you know they sell powerpuff girls stickers in boxes like raisins? that’s almost as bad as quarters from the old man down the street. tonight we’re watching mr. leary’s funeral and opening our giant bottle of sake and yelling ‘boo!’ at the kids who wait on our front porch. if i’m feeling up to it, i might wear my tiara, but unfortunately my taffeta dresses are hanging up in my parents’ garage.