My roommate's back, and there's gonna be trouble (hey now, hey now...)

Katie has returned from her seemingly endless Haitian vacation (p.s., it wasn't a vacation, I just like how those two words rhyme). Apparently she acquired some new bacteria friends, as well as an appreciation for donated Halloween costumes. In witnessing a man wear a cow-replete-with-udders outfit while he ferries people from a passenger boat, you are appreciating the ingenuity and resourcefulness of the human spirit. I only wish things like that happened more often. HINT: costume party on the Common, plz.

Instead of souvenirs, Katie brought back a tremendous heatwave that saw me flipping my hair up and down in an effort to fan my brain. I am currently encased in a thin, ever-growing layer of sweat that I don't know what to do with. Though Mab could use a bath...

Charles has also returned to Boston, but only for a few weeks. During those few weeks I expect to be introduced to at least five more local bars I've never heard of and make the trek out to Roslindale for free stuff. Tonight I got two cardigans, a neon "Philadelphia" bag, and cut-off shorts that Charles "made herself" by dissecting a pair of Eddie Bauer jeans. Gotta love hand-me-downs!

What's with the hyphen-use in this post, btw?

In less than two weeks I will be performing in a Calliope concert at Old West Church in Boston. I am convincing people to go by means of showing them the ensemble I have to wear, which closely resembles the below image in terms of mood and neckline:

I don't think you're ready for this jelly. Or the forty-five minutes of nonstop German we're about to serve up in here.

Any takers? Or is ya'll scccred? (I might be a little scared as well, but I'm going for it!)