Choose Goth...

[matgb]

From a theweaselking entry here, click on a commenter who says she lives in York, where I've been, to find she used to be a WendyHouse regular; in one of her rare open posts, we have the amusing trainspotting reference poll, questions listed because, well, they amuse me. It's a little long though...

Choose...
Goth.
pretentiousness
clove cigarettes
antidepressants
wandering around in graveyards.
dodgy home-made absinthe
Snakebite and Black
New Rocks
eyeliner, skirts and corsets for either sex
black clothes in a range of fucking fabrics
drawing on your eyebrows every morning.
plastic hair and goggles.
Choose not washing your hair for three weeks
not seeing your real hair colour until it’s falling out
spending your Saturday nights in the toilets of a damp, dark warehouse.
going to see a band and not being able to see them due to excessive smoke.
STDs. Choose drama. Choose shagging someone else's boyfriend and claiming you're "poly"
glowsticks
flouncy dancing.
putting the FUN back in FUNeral
to slash down, not across
wipe-clean clothing
constantly bitching about Sisters of Mercy but still dancing to Temple of Love every time it comes on.
to take your glowsticks and shove them up your arse
wearing dark glasses on a Sunday morning
kinky sex
Tuesday blues
a job in IT.
a paid LiveJournal account.
calling people by their screen names because you've forgotten their real one
travelling across the country to stay with somebody you’ve only seen as words on a computer screen.
avoiding your future.
Quoting Withnail & I, at every possible opportuniy (You terrible cunt)
being Tech support for everyone you know
finding esoteric ways to ascertain the gender of the person you’ve been talking to for hours
making binary jokes
talking like you’re still on IRC
moping in dark corners
Whitby
having body mods that are more famous than you
being anal about musical genres
UPG
not mentioning the 'What Is Goth?' question
remembering the good old days.
an Ankh and/or pentagram tattoo
living out of your car, but still having perfect makeup
having a certificate to prove you're unwell.
batmop
handcuffs and silk kimonos
mooing
panicking when you don't have an internet connection for more than 24 hours.
substance abuse with style
being superficial
spending all your money on drugs, glowsticks and scraps of pvc then complaining you can't afford your rent.
dick-waving on irc
social elitism
spending six hours getting your makeup perfect only to sit in the dark for most of the night.
sex, drugs and bodily functions.

I promise to do a proper update soon. I think I've said that a few times recently and not done it, so, well, y'know, life's ok.