All about Eve

Take care what you wish for.

The three packages are wrapped in hideously bright pink and have large orange-and-purple bows. There's no note attached, but who else would it be?

Clockwork Orange make-up. Playing "Jolene" with meth-numbed nostrils. Tranced out despair through St. Vitus dance.

No fucking clue what Astbury was on about. But still. Still. And then he chopped off one word, and then another.

North in shades of red - positive punk, for real? 1983 a world away.

Jonny, Jonny, quite contrary. Seriousness and Stetson hats.

Poetry played out as life, life played out as poetry. Beauty, rebirth, decay, darkness. We came to dance, we came to die. Life is short and love is always over in the morning.

Biting down hard on life. Rising up with a smirk and sauntering off into the night.

Thirty seconds into "Black Planet".

[locked: Indie]
I can't forgive you for "Ziggy".
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It's the 5th already?!

Yeah, sleeping that one off took quite a bit, it seems. Fuck you and your sXe shit, you don't give a bloody damn about me anyway and I don't care anymore. So much better to keep adding numbers to the list.

Here's hoping I didn't miss any appointment at work, Michelle will have my hide if that happened.

Jesus, I'm fat. I knew there was a reason not to indulge in Christmas food.

[locked from Indie and Absinthe]

Hindsight is fucking 20/20.


Averting crisis status: 50%.

Now to deal with the other giant can of worms. Or cans, more precisely. Nnghh.

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(Written in the throes of early evening alcoholic stupor. What? She's a functional alcoholic. And because it's Goth, this is totally public.)


Why did she have to return now? Why now, when everything seemed to be finally working out? It's motherfucking October, things were just starting to head on the right direction... Want them. Fuck

Yeah, she'd return now, wouldn't she? Because I can't live without the bloody drama, can't go without being faced with a choice no one should have to. It's my very soul, dammit, it's what makes me me.

Choice. Bollocks to that. I say have them both and worry about the mess later. I always fuck it up, anyway, so might as well enjoy what I have while I have. Drain it dry and cast aside

Shit, no, I don't want that. I want the whole Shakespearean ado, the flair, the dance. Not this rush of blood to the head, the thumping that drives me crazy with every passing moment. It's tearing me apart.

Straight edge. Shit. I mean... shit. Brother-thing had to pull that shit from his ass, and now I have to cope with it. Doesn't seem fair not to, if I want to

Otto's night. Don't care anymore. Might do something stupid

Just a matter of time before the other shoe fell.

Fuck it. It's October and I'm gonna celebrate like there's no tomorrow. Because there might well not be.

( Indie )

( Private )

( Absinthe )

October, the grandest of them all!

( The schedule: Proving it's possible to forgo sleep for a whole month since 1982. )

Now to mesh my list with the viewings at The Room... and with work. Don't expect to see me around here much throughout the month, busy bee that I am. Not that anyone would care. Home time is 'licking wounds and getting dressed for next show' time.


( OOC )

[locked from Indie]
Chasing them away shouldn't be so bloody painful difficult.

Edit:
It's official, I need a drink.
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Yay! Nggh. Yay.

That will be all.

( Private; visible to Heavy Metal )

( Private )

Bloody-Nora! Wasn't the nancy-boy enough already?!

It keeps getting worse and worse. The next fuckwit I see reading any of the bloody books in the subway will get me charged with fucking battery.

Wow. Just wow. Look at it, it's stunning! So incredibly beautiful. Gonna wear it somewhen special, that's for sure.

♥
Thankee! ^^

Late night musings, posted a few hours later.


I have the god of Indie stretched out on my couch in sleepy abandon. He looks so cute like that, his hair all messed up (more than usual, anyway). Does he know his right foot twitches when he is asleep?

I wonder if there is any difference between our dreams and the mortals'. And also between his dreams and mine.

Last night's concert at the Bowery Ballroom was so. much. love. The Horrors were the support band, as will be today and the day after tomorrow, in the Webster Hall and Terminal 5. The Horrors are, well, themselves. Not too keen, but it could be worse, and they're British. And it's bloody fucking NIN! Trent ♥♥

Motherfucking hangover must be slept through before tonight, so back to bed (again). But just a question - anyone going to Webster tonight, babes?

EDIT:
( Indie )

Scandalous. Got up (relatively) early today, again.

Helping friends feels good. Love you both. No matter how much you complain, Punk.

And back. Disney was asfkjsa;dfgksaj awesome! ♥ Indie. And your boy.

[Gifts to Metal]

A huge bag of mixed candy, and Broadway Simba and Nala bean bag plushies.


[Gift to Gluttony]

A Broadway Pumbaa bean bag plushie.


...There is a goddess of Industrial? Why am I always the last to learn about this shit?

OHAI INDIE'S BF IS SO YUMMY. No touchy, tho. But pretty to look at, nom. Edit: Well. Nevermind about that. ^^;

Hey Metal, got you a gift, babe. Also candy, lots of it. ♥♥

Needs more cotton candy.

( Gluttony )

Gone to Disney, bbl!

Wheeeeeeee!!