tea kettle whistling that song, song, song again

[thejunipertree]

Me: *reaching into my pocket and pulling out an eyeliner* Why
do I have this eyeliner in my pocket?

The Engineer: Because you're a goth, sweetie. *kiss on the cheek*

True life adventures in the life of yours truly.

This evening was fairly enjoyable. Though I had been determined
to stay at home and make bat barrettes, the Wee One showed up on
my door ("Little Goth! Little Goth! Let me in!"). She, The
Engineer, and S.A. tried the Denny's that we usually frequent
when we're not boycotting Denny's.

Low and behold!
It has been closed!
Seemingly for good, as all of the windows are boarded up
and their signage is completely gone. Even the lovely
"trance" (used to say entrance) sign. I was sad, as
that place was a hangout in my youth. I wonder if it was
health board related, though.

We wound up at another, where I made bad jokes and hollared
at S.A. for liking Morrissey. The Toothpicks of Damocles
hung over my head.

It helped to get me out of the mood that I've been in lately.
The one where I've snapped at everyone and made a general
bitch of myself to anybody who may care about me (though
who knows how anyone feels now after all my bitchiness).

Reading a specific person's ICQ profile didn't help matters
much either, though Ja Pix did talk me down from that episode.

I've been completely-retarded-girl lately, and it bothers me
quite a bit. Whining, clingy, thinking I'm missing out/being
left out of everything that goes on around me.

This attitude must be kicked to the curb. It doesn't suit me.
And I'm most tired of it.

More later, as it would appear that I've run out of steam.