Sign No. 235283 that America is going down the shitter: In a residential, very safe neighbourhood, where houses are approximately ten feet apart, children are driven from house to house in a behemoth of an SUV in order to accomplish their trick or treating.

I think I broke my foot. Now, before you go and say, “Oh, Ingrid, you’re just exaggerating again,” it really feckin’ hurts when I push on one spot. But then, maybe I’m just wearing heels too much - nah. I of course volunteered the information that my foot was broken to one of the security guards at work - the one with the wonky eye who keeps trying to ask me out to dinner - and he replied swiftly, “It’s because of all that belly dancing.” … Yeah. I don’t understand.

Go see Saw II. It’s full of gory goodness.