Carmilla last night, being a goth night that occurs two blocks away from where I live. Convenient much? Delightful fun, but oh! the smoke. The smoke that still lingers rancid and hideous in my hair even though I washed it, scrubbing hard with too much shampoo. I'll never be free of it. It'll plague me forever.

Speaking of gross travesties against my person and the world in general: why the fuck was I the only person dancing to Siouxsie's "Kiss Them For Me"? Have you no respect? (Which was nearly typed in faux German, because "Haben Sie kein Respekt!" just sums up my mood so much better. German is such a good language to be annoyed in.)