Halloween -- the only time of year when it's acceptable to cover oneself with merely a pair of underwear, a creepy mask, or blood without being assumed a prostitute, robber, or murderer. This year on this grand Halloweekend, I had slight brain malfunction when it came to costume decision-making. Maybe it's formulaic. Two jobs + grad school + lack of partying (and therefore lack of drinking) = my costume of choice. I'm hesitant to mention this costume for fear that this will forever be my image on the Internet. Facebook pictures can be your worst enemy sometimes. I was...a Playboy bunny. The whole shebang. I couldn't even keep my bunny tail on.

My point here is...on Halloween, all is forgiven. Unless, of course, you have a friend (like my friend) who uploads all the "bad bunny" photos on Facebook.