Happy Friday The Thirteenth, everybody. It's my two and a half year anniversary with my boyfriend, Joe, today. Unfortunately, he has work most of the day today, so we went out for lunch yesterday before he had class. We went to an Irish pub. I wore a Punk Hogwarts student outfit yesterday. I don't have pictures, but I wore my Ravenclaw tie over a black dress shirt, my black jean skirt with my "diy or die" patch I just painted, blue and black striped tights, and my trusty Doc Martens.
|I love this thing. I'm a Ravenclaw, but my Hogwarts letter was lost in the mail.|
|Yay for home-made patches. That's the best way to go, in my opinion.|
I hope everyone plans on doing something adventurous this Friday The Thirteenth. There's an old legend where I live about a certain statue in a certain cemetery. You run around the statue thirteen times counter clockwise at the stroke of midnight on Friday The Thirteenth and ask, "Mary, Mary, what happened to your children?" If you do this correctly, supposedly she will cry.
This is Mary:
Good luck, everyone!