What the *big bad murbledy* is a "true shot of espresso?"
THE ONE TRUE SHOT. THERE IS ONE TRUE ESPRESSO. Oh, good goddamn. I'm going to chalk this one up to major, major sleep dep and try to relax, because I'm getting much too exercised about nail polish.
Wait, maybe I'm not. Here's the thing: I love goth culture. I'm an out and fiercely proud goth. I'm a purist. And while it's singularly delicious that outfits like the House of Chanel put out hilariously high-end goodies for those of us who can do it, said same goodies bring out allllll the rabble. I see a lot of short black nails with Burberry trench coats and bad caramel-blond streaks lately. And it's not a dilution of the bloodline, if you will, it's just badly thought-through cultural misappropriation.
I'm sure there's a price at which I'd finally wear khakis and get a French manicure, but it'd half to be... boy oh boy, I'd love to get Jay another Maserati.
Yeah, he had one when he was twenty.
*eats a spider plant and sits behind the toilet, hallucinating and trembling with rage*
Unfortunately, I have just channelled a cat. Oops. Just doing my part to make your day as surreal as possible. Boy will this thread embarass me when I look at it again.
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Date: 2006-09-28 09:43 pm (UTC)THE ONE TRUE SHOT. THERE IS ONE TRUE ESPRESSO. Oh, good goddamn. I'm going to chalk this one up to major, major sleep dep and try to relax, because I'm getting much too exercised about nail polish.
Wait, maybe I'm not. Here's the thing: I love goth culture. I'm an out and fiercely proud goth. I'm a purist. And while it's singularly delicious that outfits like the House of Chanel put out hilariously high-end goodies for those of us who can do it, said same goodies bring out allllll the rabble. I see a lot of short black nails with Burberry trench coats and bad caramel-blond streaks lately. And it's not a dilution of the bloodline, if you will, it's just badly thought-through cultural misappropriation.
I'm sure there's a price at which I'd finally wear khakis and get a French manicure, but it'd half to be... boy oh boy, I'd love to get Jay another Maserati.
Yeah, he had one when he was twenty.
*eats a spider plant and sits behind the toilet, hallucinating and trembling with rage*
Unfortunately, I have just channelled a cat. Oops. Just doing my part to make your day as surreal as possible. Boy will this thread embarass me when I look at it again.