In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar...
Friday.
I did eventually finish all the CoS stuff. At least I think I did. I might just have been hallucinating because frankly I was too scared to go back and check it, I just disked the bastard up and threw it in my bag. Slept for an hour, had a shower, dyed my hair and spent ages scowling in the mirror before travelling to House of Them.
Once there Cryx gave me a belated and shiny present - a silver-grey hair piece which went perfectly with my black and white fall - la! *Grins a thank-you at Cryx*
FT was very crispy - and very busy. Music was varied; I got to dance to the good stuff and flick fag -ash at the bad stuff. I got drinks bought for me and (shock horror) returned the favour. I got my arse grabbed by a random wench in a kilt who then grinned unashamedly and blew me a kiss. I didn't grab anyone's arse, but I did dance like a wench and am utterly unrepentant =) At certain points, due to the abyss left by the previous week's mania and sleep deprivation, I went all spoggly, but thankfully there always seemed to be a keecher or two hanging around and talking to me to prevent things getting bad. House of Them was unbelievably full when we got back, but I spent most of the night talking and listening to music in the hall and not sleeping - just to break the habit of a lifetime.
Saturday.
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave...
Shambled upright eventually and went with almost everyone to the greasy spoon - after a night out that place is perfect. Back to House of Them where Barty bought coffee and made special concoctions with added sugar and amaretto - the man deserves some sort of medal. Fueled by our usual insanity and now alcoholic coffee too Kimkali and I started to make up pornographic haiku. We didn't mean to - at least I certainly didn't, it just sort of happened. Although you'll be pleased to hear there were no ninjas this time. For those who care, there were four stanzas and it went like this...
To be quite taken
with her - and that won't stop some
arguing that I am...
I thought there's a girl
without a zip-drive in her
knickers. I was right.
Did something more
constructive. Yes as you might
guess, I'm on my own...
Which isn't quite the same
as me sitting in my room
playing with myself.
Then I went to the London Cam game. Knowing what was likely to be heading my way (especially after I got appologies in advance from the Rebus-monster) I ordered a double JD and did a tarot reading. It was just a tad fucked (and accurate to a degree I only fully comprehended afterwards) so I downed my drink gathered up the cards and ordered the same again.
The game began and was, it soon transpired, fucked in a way that was amusing and utterly agonizing by turns. By halfway through I had ordered another drink (pointless since I couldn't feel any of it) whilst Cinnamon was screaming, sobbing and psychotically threatening. Gods, I haven't cried that much in ages.
By the end of the evening Cinnamon was second stage bloodbound to someone, had a dead and insanely religious Malk living in her head, had lost her boyfriend to voluntary torpor and had fulfilled that which she had never wanted to do, to whit, inheriting Bedlam. Ergh. But it was ok, because Elder Hook thought Cinnamon was shamefully underdressed - possibly through poverty - and has ordered the Malkavian clan head to buy her a new dress. *Starts to have quiet hysterics* Oh and my sobbing and storming impressed people so I got roleplaying XP - yey! *Really does not know whether to be amused or broken.* Dear Thoth.
After that I gatecrashed because I didn't actually want to go home on my own, what with still having a very vocal and suicidal Malk in my head. Stayed up for most of the night talking in good company, which was probably an inconvenience for them but very much appreciated.
Sunday.
When stone is dust and only air remains
The only haven you can trust...
Sunday was spent travelling back to kew in time for work and zombie-ing my way through work. Wouldn't have been so bad but I'd picked up a cold from somewhere so my brain was all burny and feverish and I kept sniffing and wanting to pass out for varying reasons. Bleh. Pity the Darklittlefox who had to work with me.
After work my family celebrated my and my mother's birthday. Much munchy Italian type food was eaten and many shiney things given and recieved. Amongst other things I now have a huge black-feathered Venician mask which makes me look all strange and scary and I'll have to use in a photo shoot somewhen =) Also on sunday I got post from the weekend, including my gothic dress from HeavyRed and three Valentines - meekle purr! *Bows her thanks and grins, blowing kisses to a keecher, a monster and an outergod*
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more...
Today I slept until four in the afternoon and woke up feeling like hell. Stayed at home and quite unexpectedly did some odd elsewhere-magic kinda stuff via yahoo messenger, most crispy and very strange. I mean, I remember first hearing about a friend who was talking to her bofriend on IM; he typed '*slaps her*' and she burst into tears and behaved as if he had. I thought that was kinda farfetched, and in some ways I still do, but I can understand it now. I've done roleplaying on IM that's had me in tears or had me dizzy and shaking, I've pretended to be stoned on opium and absinthe and needed ten minutes sitting still to pull myself together afterwards.... It's like a spell, or a play, or a trance; if you accept that on some level what you type is happening, then it is.
I'm rambling. That's cos I went to bed a long time ago, slept badly and then got woken up by a dive-bombing bumble bee in need of eviction. Stupid creature.
La. Back to bed again I think.
Oooh - thought for the day... not all black smudges are eyeliner or ink... Heehee.
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar...
Friday.
I did eventually finish all the CoS stuff. At least I think I did. I might just have been hallucinating because frankly I was too scared to go back and check it, I just disked the bastard up and threw it in my bag. Slept for an hour, had a shower, dyed my hair and spent ages scowling in the mirror before travelling to House of Them.
Once there Cryx gave me a belated and shiny present - a silver-grey hair piece which went perfectly with my black and white fall - la! *Grins a thank-you at Cryx*
FT was very crispy - and very busy. Music was varied; I got to dance to the good stuff and flick fag -ash at the bad stuff. I got drinks bought for me and (shock horror) returned the favour. I got my arse grabbed by a random wench in a kilt who then grinned unashamedly and blew me a kiss. I didn't grab anyone's arse, but I did dance like a wench and am utterly unrepentant =) At certain points, due to the abyss left by the previous week's mania and sleep deprivation, I went all spoggly, but thankfully there always seemed to be a keecher or two hanging around and talking to me to prevent things getting bad. House of Them was unbelievably full when we got back, but I spent most of the night talking and listening to music in the hall and not sleeping - just to break the habit of a lifetime.
Saturday.
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave...
Shambled upright eventually and went with almost everyone to the greasy spoon - after a night out that place is perfect. Back to House of Them where Barty bought coffee and made special concoctions with added sugar and amaretto - the man deserves some sort of medal. Fueled by our usual insanity and now alcoholic coffee too Kimkali and I started to make up pornographic haiku. We didn't mean to - at least I certainly didn't, it just sort of happened. Although you'll be pleased to hear there were no ninjas this time. For those who care, there were four stanzas and it went like this...
To be quite taken
with her - and that won't stop some
arguing that I am...
I thought there's a girl
without a zip-drive in her
knickers. I was right.
Did something more
constructive. Yes as you might
guess, I'm on my own...
Which isn't quite the same
as me sitting in my room
playing with myself.
Then I went to the London Cam game. Knowing what was likely to be heading my way (especially after I got appologies in advance from the Rebus-monster) I ordered a double JD and did a tarot reading. It was just a tad fucked (and accurate to a degree I only fully comprehended afterwards) so I downed my drink gathered up the cards and ordered the same again.
The game began and was, it soon transpired, fucked in a way that was amusing and utterly agonizing by turns. By halfway through I had ordered another drink (pointless since I couldn't feel any of it) whilst Cinnamon was screaming, sobbing and psychotically threatening. Gods, I haven't cried that much in ages.
By the end of the evening Cinnamon was second stage bloodbound to someone, had a dead and insanely religious Malk living in her head, had lost her boyfriend to voluntary torpor and had fulfilled that which she had never wanted to do, to whit, inheriting Bedlam. Ergh. But it was ok, because Elder Hook thought Cinnamon was shamefully underdressed - possibly through poverty - and has ordered the Malkavian clan head to buy her a new dress. *Starts to have quiet hysterics* Oh and my sobbing and storming impressed people so I got roleplaying XP - yey! *Really does not know whether to be amused or broken.* Dear Thoth.
After that I gatecrashed because I didn't actually want to go home on my own, what with still having a very vocal and suicidal Malk in my head. Stayed up for most of the night talking in good company, which was probably an inconvenience for them but very much appreciated.
Sunday.
When stone is dust and only air remains
The only haven you can trust...
Sunday was spent travelling back to kew in time for work and zombie-ing my way through work. Wouldn't have been so bad but I'd picked up a cold from somewhere so my brain was all burny and feverish and I kept sniffing and wanting to pass out for varying reasons. Bleh. Pity the Darklittlefox who had to work with me.
After work my family celebrated my and my mother's birthday. Much munchy Italian type food was eaten and many shiney things given and recieved. Amongst other things I now have a huge black-feathered Venician mask which makes me look all strange and scary and I'll have to use in a photo shoot somewhen =) Also on sunday I got post from the weekend, including my gothic dress from HeavyRed and three Valentines - meekle purr! *Bows her thanks and grins, blowing kisses to a keecher, a monster and an outergod*
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more...
Today I slept until four in the afternoon and woke up feeling like hell. Stayed at home and quite unexpectedly did some odd elsewhere-magic kinda stuff via yahoo messenger, most crispy and very strange. I mean, I remember first hearing about a friend who was talking to her bofriend on IM; he typed '*slaps her*' and she burst into tears and behaved as if he had. I thought that was kinda farfetched, and in some ways I still do, but I can understand it now. I've done roleplaying on IM that's had me in tears or had me dizzy and shaking, I've pretended to be stoned on opium and absinthe and needed ten minutes sitting still to pull myself together afterwards.... It's like a spell, or a play, or a trance; if you accept that on some level what you type is happening, then it is.
I'm rambling. That's cos I went to bed a long time ago, slept badly and then got woken up by a dive-bombing bumble bee in need of eviction. Stupid creature.
La. Back to bed again I think.
Oooh - thought for the day... not all black smudges are eyeliner or ink... Heehee.