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Time for bed said Zebedee
May. 17th, 2003 07:23 pmJust come back from The Wendyhouse. I enjoyed myself in the end but the evening didn't go that well to start with. Earlier, before I left home, I got really worked up about my weight, how I look, the responsibilities of life etc etc. I do get depression from time to time but this was bad. I wanted to destroy things but instead I went and hid under the duvet and cried.
We eventually left home late once I'd cleaned myself up a bit. I was suitably mopey for a sad old goff. Lisa looked bloody brilliant but was the cause of my next bit of stress. She managed to break off a heel a few minutes after arriving requiring half an hour of good dancing time so that I, with the help of a wall and patience, could try and refit it. I was about 60% successful which meant that she couldn't dance hard but could wobble on the spot.
Eventually I got in to the grove and had a bit of a dance in the mutate room followed by a session in the main room. I'm not sure whether they had a guest DJ tonight or not but the playlist wasn't the usual fair which results in about 50% of the tracks danceable. I reckon it was as low as 20% in the main room tonight. They played Bon Jovi for god/dess' sake. That's fine in the car but in a goth club? Anyway I did dance and I brightened up.
I've resolved myself to work on a look, or several looks, and to buy the gear required for said look(s) for subsequent 'houses, blow the expense. I know I could look damn good with some work. I also, once sorted, need to come up with an excuse that requires me to change at work just so that I can freak people out there.
We eventually left home late once I'd cleaned myself up a bit. I was suitably mopey for a sad old goff. Lisa looked bloody brilliant but was the cause of my next bit of stress. She managed to break off a heel a few minutes after arriving requiring half an hour of good dancing time so that I, with the help of a wall and patience, could try and refit it. I was about 60% successful which meant that she couldn't dance hard but could wobble on the spot.
Eventually I got in to the grove and had a bit of a dance in the mutate room followed by a session in the main room. I'm not sure whether they had a guest DJ tonight or not but the playlist wasn't the usual fair which results in about 50% of the tracks danceable. I reckon it was as low as 20% in the main room tonight. They played Bon Jovi for god/dess' sake. That's fine in the car but in a goth club? Anyway I did dance and I brightened up.
I've resolved myself to work on a look, or several looks, and to buy the gear required for said look(s) for subsequent 'houses, blow the expense. I know I could look damn good with some work. I also, once sorted, need to come up with an excuse that requires me to change at work just so that I can freak people out there.
