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I just got home... and Life Is Good. I remembered how to dance! Fear me! Scary what you can do when the red bull compels you and you're not shackled by having to mind someone's handbag/coat/jumper/pile of crap/etc... I'm horribly tempted to start scoping out the local rave scene again; then again, it's no fun solo. One of these days I'll get around to commissioning my fallout-themed phat pants; blue and yellow with 13s and radiation symbols. With a shirt with Action Boy on it, and a blue jacket with a big yellow 13 on... ah, who am I kidding. I'm nowhere near that hardcore. Nice pipe dream, though.
In other news, docs are damn comfy (if you spring the extra for the pre-broken-in nappa leather ones) and somehow being polite enough to replace drinks that you spill due to overzealous dancing combined with lack of balance somehow makes you noteworthy...
And whilst I love my tux jacket, and it has served me well in many and sundry a goth club, the urge to upgrade to a newer, Antons version is waaaaay too high. Besides, I already owe them in the order of a grand and a half... and every time I go to pay something off, I end up buying something else and making the debt worse... dear god. And I still need to buy a tie... and shoes... and a hat... and god only knows what else my pusher^H^H^H^H^H^H sales assistant friends will con me into next. Antons is the single most expensive addiction I've ever had. In about three months I've spent what I have on computer hardware in the last five years... it'd probably be cheaper to be hooked on crack cocaine :) It doesn't help when you walk in and they say Hey! Dilph! You're back! We've got the perfect thing for you, you have to try it on...
In other news, docs are damn comfy (if you spring the extra for the pre-broken-in nappa leather ones) and somehow being polite enough to replace drinks that you spill due to overzealous dancing combined with lack of balance somehow makes you noteworthy...
And whilst I love my tux jacket, and it has served me well in many and sundry a goth club, the urge to upgrade to a newer, Antons version is waaaaay too high. Besides, I already owe them in the order of a grand and a half... and every time I go to pay something off, I end up buying something else and making the debt worse... dear god. And I still need to buy a tie... and shoes... and a hat... and god only knows what else my pusher^H^H^H^H^H^H sales assistant friends will con me into next. Antons is the single most expensive addiction I've ever had. In about three months I've spent what I have on computer hardware in the last five years... it'd probably be cheaper to be hooked on crack cocaine :) It doesn't help when you walk in and they say Hey! Dilph! You're back! We've got the perfect thing for you, you have to try it on...