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[vicarz]

Wow, guess I'm still a little emo fag. Today is one of those days where I woke up choked with emotion for no discernable reason. Life's pretty good. Nothing particularly good or bad is going on. Did I have a dream I forgot? Was I kidnapped by CIA aliens and save the world or find out it's about to blow up before they wiped my memory? Did I sex another ghost? Weird, but like a manic I want to keep this feeling. It's like a drunk - there is no real reason for the feeling, but though it hurts I want it. I feel like this feeling is me, or at least part of who I am. Sads, I dance with them.

These sads I like. When I share them with others I feel like I belong (upon reciprocation). They don't hurt - it's like movie sad or painful story/picture sad. It's not debilitating can't move or get out of bed wrist stabby bridge jumping ammmo gathering sad.

It's funny, as I'm old, people call me old when I spend the night in a club complaining that the music or the venue sucks. I guess they're so old (or so new) they forget I did the same thing when I was 20. I hated Adam's set...but I honestly do think there is merit to my "this party sucks" arguments. Right now I'm listening to some (electroclash? Hipster crap?) music that I've never heard, that given the pierced baristas who are playing it is likely brand spanking new, that I would dance to in a heartthrob. When I was in Minneapolis I went to a huge club and danced (ALONE) to music I never heard before. Same with LA (though I was less happy with the music - I'm not into much stompy, or nustompy let's call it) (not alone).

Nustomp sucks. Nunoise sucks?

Today I'm wearing my favorite sweatshirt outside the house. It's too big, faded, and has a big splootch across the front were I was reminded cleaning with bleach is bad when you're wearing black / faded to gray. This is partially related to the fact I am wearing last night's shirt, for after sushi-ing dinner last night I came home to find, naked, that I have no hot water. Yes picture that, hair perfectly made up and dime-sized nipples perked up like a movie. So I'm...seasoned. I didn't work out and I'm just past the day mark w/o a shower so I don't stink...but I wouldn't go down on me.

The Commission has repeatedly determined that...injuries dissipate after removal of the causal circumstance...

Comments

[eriss.livejournal.com]

So what do you do for fun?

[vicar.livejournal.com]

Hunt for magic items by stabbing demons until they die clicking my computer mouse in time with the GUI.

[curvemudgeon.livejournal.com]

So from a distance nobody can tell if you're playing a game or working on your latest powernoise mix.

[greatbearmd.livejournal.com]

Yes picture that

Tease.

[alumiere.livejournal.com]

I totally understand about the club comments, and am glad I found somewhere I like. But you and I have differing opinions on the EBM stuff which I hear as 80's synth slightly sped up and you hate. On the other hand, power noise and what I call speed-metal industrial could go away and I wouldn't miss a 'note'.

If you ever come out here for an actual vacation (or work that you can schedule better) you'd probably love Disko Nekro - old goth and synth in one room, punk/ska/rockabilly on the patio, and old school stompy industrial in the back room. Lots of pretty people, but more grown up than the crowd at Bunker and my favorite of the clubs here. Sadly it's only once a month - third saturday, and I think the bar sucks because they don't stock disaronno (but rail drinks are like $3 each all night and my bartenders really pour well there).

[vicar.livejournal.com]

Uh...holy shit that sounds like home I never knew existed, like we're talking Stellaluna...