September 24, 2004

Siouxsie is less than one day away.

Time to banish all thoughts of tropical beaches, government jobs, and City of Heroes.

Time to get my goth on.

Gawd, it's amazing what a transformation can be accomplished with a little black velvet, white make-up, dark music, and red wine.

And holy fuck, I had forgotten how well this look suits me.

Double holy fuck--I've forgotten to paint my nails. I'm listening to Doppelganger, and I have naked nails! How sad.

And I won't be wearing boots tomorrow, either. You assholes can just deal with it (that was a VSC impersonation. Rita you know I would never call you an asshole.) My feet have been too fucked up to wear anything without my orthotics, and I can't fit them into any of my boots. So it's wimpy boy-shoes for me. Is plantar fasciitis goth? It's not consumption, I know, but it does put me in a whole lot of fucking pain.

VSC: I need cloves. Good ones, because the pack in my car is nearly a year old, and not my type. You remember what I smoke, right? I don't.

A flask of hooch would be nice, too.


>Sigh<

I am sooo rusty at this. But I feel the angst swelling within me now.

I am seeing Siouxsie tomorrow.