Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)



guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, May 31, 2001

A fruitful morning of internet meandering? This is unbelievably spectacular and refreshed my morning. I also found some webrings that I liked (bearing in mind my mini-rant on the topic of a few days past). Dead Messengers sound like my cup of tea, something I want to be a part of. And as soon as I saw the name of the Seether webring, I simply had to be a part of it.
Seether is neither
loose nor tight.
Seether is neither
black nor white.
...Can't fight the seether.
I'm such a Veruca Salt girl.

On the back of my escapades last night at Narcissus I considered something called Almost Gothic, since I frankly think I am. But I didn't like the look of it, and it didn't really fit my concept, or what I wanted.

On the topic of last night, Je and I had much fun. We were determined to stay until the end, having never done it before. As such, we hit the dancefloor with a vengeance. It helped that the music was absolutely brilliant, almost requiring our presence for the hour and a half straight we patronised it before needing a break for refreshment. I love DJs who, in response to requests, reply: "Hell yeah!" And, in grand goffing tradition, a strange man tried to chat Je up. We were most sad when it ended at 1:30pm, despite the crowds trying to wheedle the DJ into "just two more".

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