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Hello fans, I know it has been a tragick amount of time since you have heard from me. It's OK though, I have been mired in my devastating lonesomeness. Yess!
HEH MAKEOUT HARVEST TIME
Let me just say that my depraved send-off can be summed up with this conversation:
Erika: Mike doesn't remember anything that happened after you kissed him...
Ed: Well I totally had powdered date rape drugs on my lips!
Chibi LX had devised a plot to kill me and smuggle my body out during a showing of BLADERUNNER at the Music Box but obv I tried to invite someone else along and LX would not have any of it. Gawd I'm such a terrible person but LX totally deserves it.
HAUS-WARMING
After finally moving into my lonesome flat with brown packing tape covered electrical appliances, I had a haus-warming event which was lame because I have no friends and drank myself into forgetfulness. It was a TIME since all 2 co-workers who showed up were network-admin types of people who are so socially inept that it makes them kind of KEWL. Grr. Obv I did NOT invite my nice, unassuming student neighbours who have kewl dreadlocks and smoke pot! They had been very polite when I got drunk and destroyed my place a few nights after moving in though. For some reason, instead of regret, I felt proud for being able to at least control my new environment/situation by destroying it, and making some kind of a statement at
least, but a bit ashamed that I bothered my neighbours, as that is a particular irk of mine...
Oh and BY THE WAY the previous tenant left me his bank account statement on the dining table. TRASH!
OTP
I have been (ahem) beating around the bush because fans, I have finally found true LURV! A mouse moved into my flat with me and even though I tried to kill him with suspicious wholesome peppermint oil and refraining from using any heat in the middle of winter, he refuses to let me go. sigh TRUE LURV gawd.
HOLY-DAZE and NYE
For what it's worth, a god was born, for the 2008th time, it must be getting old by now, but still a good moment for icy-cold and distant reflections...
I miss everyone, it's cold and I feel alone.......
Excellent.
Sadly I did not get to spend New Year's Eve with Tara Reid while she tries to count down backwards, but instead I had a terrible time with my shell of a brother who is totes LAME and refused to go to horrifying places. My brother buys suspicious fine clothing such as Jean Paul Gautlier at TJ Maxx, which here is called TK Maxx and it's kind of hilarious, cause his shoes still have RED TAGS on the bottom.
OBV there were a ton of tragick (but not in an even remotely good way) bars still open that were so crowded you couldn't get in, even if we were willing to pay the 20+ pounds (40
dollars: for a bar mind you, no dancing). There is the most amazing Londre Clark's on Clark equivalent called King's Arms! Aimed at the "older" and "more chubby" crowd, it is sure to bring the right atmosphere into our lives. There were all these dead trees and fat skinheads (!!!!!) inside, and it smelled like bleach! It was definitely THE place to be, but my brother left immediately after I stopped holding his arm because a humongous skinhead called him "a real-fancy rear end" which I would take as a total compliment... sigh, we ended up finding this
inoffensive bar where they played lounge music and all these preppy guys with kayoote haircuts kept making faces at me because I decided to embarrass my brother by wearing my bondage pants. Not much happened.
DA KLUBS
I had a mini nervous breakdown one Friday and I was like, "I can't sit in my apartment anymore" so I went to the Slime and paid my 16 dollars (plus 4 for coat check) and was immediately walked through by all the ultimate dead hookers with hair extensions. It's kind of amazing, they don't even see me! I sat around drinking $8 beer and being invisible due to my not-kayoote outfit and the FLA came on and the floor was cleared and so I got up and DANCED ALONE with no one else on the floor. Then this GIRL, whose name is ALYCE, comes up to me and tries to start this terrible conversation about how dead the scene is, it's not like it was in 1996 blah blah blah but then some other lonely goth people came up and we smoked some Djarums. Alyce is
A. Obsessed with spyders
B. Studying music theory
OMG such a depressing night, and now I have a scene friend which makes me even more depressed. She didn't understand when she said "London is SO great, there's so many kayoote klubz!" and my reply was "Oh yeah, so you can go to them ALONE and be 27 and befriend shady 'Front Line' men?"
Even more shameful and depraved, I was trying to buy a man corset at the pervy shop next to my work and the store owner tried suffocate me to death because I told her I just wanted to look kayoote for the 17 year olds at the Goth/fluid club.
ARTE SKOOL 4-REALZ
I have NOTHING to say about this whatsoever since I have been so ashamed of my first day when I showed up to klass wearing the same boots as my professor! Also I thought I was going to be clever, and titled my latest still-life (of a bunch of easels and old chairs) 250 pounds, as that is the price of the course. Well, that caused a slight controversy, as
when the teacher came to critique my piece, he told me that my "antics" (!!!!!!!!) belong in grade school, and that it's not appropriate to "make a spectacle" when the assignment is technical. Instead of continuing to show up for nude drawing skills 101 I have been sitting on a park bench twice a week to think about how lonesome my life in Londre has been and wish I was participating in a shower contest at Spin. Sniff.
GAMING
The sole saving grace of this 3-year sexual servitude I am experiencing right now is Settlers of Catan! It pleased me so much to play this fantastic board game with co-workers at a bar that I had to go home a take a shower a la CRYING GAME with the burning of my clothes and everything. It was a TIME, fans!
Sigh.
All the loves,
m.
For what it's worth, a god was born, for the 2008th time, it must be getting old by now, but still a good moment for icy-cold and distant reflections...
I miss everyone, it's cold and I feel alone.......
Excellent.
Sadly I did not get to spend New Year's Eve with Tara Reid while she tries to count down backwards, but instead I had a terrible time with my shell of a brother who is totes LAME and refused to go to horrifying places. My brother buys suspicious fine clothing such as Jean Paul Gautlier at TJ Maxx, which here is called TK Maxx and it's kind of hilarious, cause his shoes still have RED TAGS on the bottom.
OBV there were a ton of tragick (but not in an even remotely good way) bars still open that were so crowded you couldn't get in, even if we were willing to pay the 20+ pounds (40
dollars: for a bar mind you, no dancing). There is the most amazing Londre Clark's on Clark equivalent called King's Arms! Aimed at the "older" and "more chubby" crowd, it is sure to bring the right atmosphere into our lives. There were all these dead trees and fat skinheads (!!!!!) inside, and it smelled like bleach! It was definitely THE place to be, but my brother left immediately after I stopped holding his arm because a humongous skinhead called him "a real-fancy rear end" which I would take as a total compliment... sigh, we ended up finding this
inoffensive bar where they played lounge music and all these preppy guys with kayoote haircuts kept making faces at me because I decided to embarrass my brother by wearing my bondage pants. Not much happened.
DA KLUBS
I had a mini nervous breakdown one Friday and I was like, "I can't sit in my apartment anymore" so I went to the Slime and paid my 16 dollars (plus 4 for coat check) and was immediately walked through by all the ultimate dead hookers with hair extensions. It's kind of amazing, they don't even see me! I sat around drinking $8 beer and being invisible due to my not-kayoote outfit and the FLA came on and the floor was cleared and so I got up and DANCED ALONE with no one else on the floor. Then this GIRL, whose name is ALYCE, comes up to me and tries to start this terrible conversation about how dead the scene is, it's not like it was in 1996 blah blah blah but then some other lonely goth people came up and we smoked some Djarums. Alyce is
A. Obsessed with spyders
B. Studying music theory
OMG such a depressing night, and now I have a scene friend which makes me even more depressed. She didn't understand when she said "London is SO great, there's so many kayoote klubz!" and my reply was "Oh yeah, so you can go to them ALONE and be 27 and befriend shady 'Front Line' men?"
Even more shameful and depraved, I was trying to buy a man corset at the pervy shop next to my work and the store owner tried suffocate me to death because I told her I just wanted to look kayoote for the 17 year olds at the Goth/fluid club.
ARTE SKOOL 4-REALZ
I have NOTHING to say about this whatsoever since I have been so ashamed of my first day when I showed up to klass wearing the same boots as my professor! Also I thought I was going to be clever, and titled my latest still-life (of a bunch of easels and old chairs) 250 pounds, as that is the price of the course. Well, that caused a slight controversy, as
when the teacher came to critique my piece, he told me that my "antics" (!!!!!!!!) belong in grade school, and that it's not appropriate to "make a spectacle" when the assignment is technical. Instead of continuing to show up for nude drawing skills 101 I have been sitting on a park bench twice a week to think about how lonesome my life in Londre has been and wish I was participating in a shower contest at Spin. Sniff.
GAMING
The sole saving grace of this 3-year sexual servitude I am experiencing right now is Settlers of Catan! It pleased me so much to play this fantastic board game with co-workers at a bar that I had to go home a take a shower a la CRYING GAME with the burning of my clothes and everything. It was a TIME, fans!
Sigh.
All the loves,
m.
