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hearing whispers of an infinite yes
Sep. 10th, 2008 09:16 pmI've been rather ill for a few days, as a result of missing a pill - note to self: you are enormously susceptible to caffeine, alcohol and THC; does it really shock you that your body fell over citalopram like an overexcited kitten? - and spent the weekend in capacity as clingy awful doom woman. Having intended to spend the time reading about, you know, the English legal system, I decided instead to lie around the house sleeping at random intervals, jumping at loud noises and telling myself that no one loves me.
( in which I babble for a couple more paragraphs about my misbehaving brain, and it's really not at all interesting )
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jacinthsong is visiting, and the Mousehole is a nice blur of people and food at the moment. Last night, deathbyshinies was DJing at Intrusion, so, accordingly, we got gothed up - black chiffon! really fucking enormous spiked dog collar! liquid eyeliner in "really really black"! - and we went and danced. She had the early slot, so for about an hour we were the only people in the Cellar, and were able to eat candy-floss and drink vodka and strawberry-pink cider and dance like mad things. I was still covered in glitter when I went to bed. It was a delightful evening, although the DJs that followed seemed to trend towards bleepy industrial rather than proper goth, and I remember my sixteen-year-old self too warmly and well to not resent that. Hurrah for Jack Off Jill and Snake River Conspiracy and Placebo in their Black Market Music phase and all the other things I loved so much when I was hiding in my room wailing that no one understood me. Also, I really love glitter. I do, I do.
Today,sebastienne held a Biggles convention in our living room, which was bemusing but sweet, and the Large Hadron Collider was switched on and the world didn't end. (jacinthsong suggested that, if, say, today the world was ending, would I finally give in to her advances.
Unfortunately the patriarchy intervened before I could say anything, forshame.)
I have read nothing whatsoever of the law today, but never mind. I go to fetch wine and pizza, and we're watchig First Contact. Life could, on the whole, be a lot worse.
( in which I babble for a couple more paragraphs about my misbehaving brain, and it's really not at all interesting )
In other news!
jacinthsong is visiting, and the Mousehole is a nice blur of people and food at the moment. Last night, deathbyshinies was DJing at Intrusion, so, accordingly, we got gothed up - black chiffon! really fucking enormous spiked dog collar! liquid eyeliner in "really really black"! - and we went and danced. She had the early slot, so for about an hour we were the only people in the Cellar, and were able to eat candy-floss and drink vodka and strawberry-pink cider and dance like mad things. I was still covered in glitter when I went to bed. It was a delightful evening, although the DJs that followed seemed to trend towards bleepy industrial rather than proper goth, and I remember my sixteen-year-old self too warmly and well to not resent that. Hurrah for Jack Off Jill and Snake River Conspiracy and Placebo in their Black Market Music phase and all the other things I loved so much when I was hiding in my room wailing that no one understood me. Also, I really love glitter. I do, I do. Today,
sebastienne held a Biggles convention in our living room, which was bemusing but sweet, and the Large Hadron Collider was switched on and the world didn't end. (jacinthsong suggested that, if, say, today the world was ending, would I finally give in to her advances.Unfortunately the patriarchy intervened before I could say anything, forshame.)
I have read nothing whatsoever of the law today, but never mind. I go to fetch wine and pizza, and we're watchig First Contact. Life could, on the whole, be a lot worse.
