Welcome me back to the land of the living! After a long hiatus, I have returned! What have I been up to you ask, oh intrepid readers?? Well, I shall tell you.
Got a new job, guess that's first on the list of things I did. Now I sell matresses. Oh I know, it sounds nuts doesn't it, like, who does that? Surprisingly enough it pays REALLY well. Keep that a secret tho hehe.
Just got back from my Mardi Gras trip to New Orleans! Oh hell yes you read that right. Myself and three friends drove down, partied for a week with my excellent friend and host Keegan, then drove home in time for the club. We actually cut our trip one day short for school reasons, and because the Goth/Industry scene in NO absolutely sucks. It's the worst scene I think I've ever seen, and I've been all over the country. One rinky ass bar with a dance floor is the only venue, the music has NO chest hair whatsoever, and the people are either all bad cybergoths or transvestities. It was insane. Words don't describe it accurately. It made me sad, cause when I first visited four years ago, the scene was alive and vibrant. *sigh*
So anyway, when we returned we of course landed in the club bearing presents!! I had a shirt and beads for my bartender friend Sandy, and my bud Dan brought special rubber ducky beads for our favorite SG, Squeak! I gave her some pink beads since I know she loves pink so much. I'd like to take this chance to say that Squeak is one of the nicest people I've met in a long, long time. She's super cool, and even has a great sense of humor. We made fun of this girl we call Puffy 2 for like 10 minutes it was great hehe. We also brought many sets of beads to hand out to random people.
I'm gonna go off on a tangent here a moment. If ONE more pretentious goth had declined my offer of beads because "it didn't match their outfit" or any other lame ass reason I would have had a friggin heart attack. Lemme clue all you losers in: Nobody cares if your Mardi Gras beads match. It's all for fun, and for ONE night you'd figure you could drop the attitude and have a good time. Makes me crazy. Anyway.
We handed out all our beads by the end of the night, and all in all was a great night. Knobhead (our DJ) played a rediculously good set tonight, and we danced our little rivetted hearts out. It was tremendous.
Once more! GO SQUEAK! Don't change a bit. You're perfect the way you are hehe. Seeya next week!
Got a new job, guess that's first on the list of things I did. Now I sell matresses. Oh I know, it sounds nuts doesn't it, like, who does that? Surprisingly enough it pays REALLY well. Keep that a secret tho hehe.
Just got back from my Mardi Gras trip to New Orleans! Oh hell yes you read that right. Myself and three friends drove down, partied for a week with my excellent friend and host Keegan, then drove home in time for the club. We actually cut our trip one day short for school reasons, and because the Goth/Industry scene in NO absolutely sucks. It's the worst scene I think I've ever seen, and I've been all over the country. One rinky ass bar with a dance floor is the only venue, the music has NO chest hair whatsoever, and the people are either all bad cybergoths or transvestities. It was insane. Words don't describe it accurately. It made me sad, cause when I first visited four years ago, the scene was alive and vibrant. *sigh*
So anyway, when we returned we of course landed in the club bearing presents!! I had a shirt and beads for my bartender friend Sandy, and my bud Dan brought special rubber ducky beads for our favorite SG, Squeak! I gave her some pink beads since I know she loves pink so much. I'd like to take this chance to say that Squeak is one of the nicest people I've met in a long, long time. She's super cool, and even has a great sense of humor. We made fun of this girl we call Puffy 2 for like 10 minutes it was great hehe. We also brought many sets of beads to hand out to random people.
I'm gonna go off on a tangent here a moment. If ONE more pretentious goth had declined my offer of beads because "it didn't match their outfit" or any other lame ass reason I would have had a friggin heart attack. Lemme clue all you losers in: Nobody cares if your Mardi Gras beads match. It's all for fun, and for ONE night you'd figure you could drop the attitude and have a good time. Makes me crazy. Anyway.
We handed out all our beads by the end of the night, and all in all was a great night. Knobhead (our DJ) played a rediculously good set tonight, and we danced our little rivetted hearts out. It was tremendous.
Once more! GO SQUEAK! Don't change a bit. You're perfect the way you are hehe. Seeya next week!
starlightkitten:
LOL yourself. I would have taken the beads if you'd offered them to me. I was showing enough cleavage that I think I fulfilled the bead earning requirement. Lucky getting to go on a trip. My big trip for the year is to Balitmore for an anime convention. And I'll look for you next week. My name is Jenny, you can call me that or Kitty. I don't care just don't call me anything mean. I was the girl on the wall in the long black skirt and corset top. In case you didn't already know that. But yes I do recognize you from last night. That's another thing I like about being on the wall... I'm short and I can see everyone from up there. 
kitfox:
I elect you my new bodyguard <3.