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Hmmm...despite not knowing what Hot Topic actually is, this is staggeringly accurate. At least it is when I'm feeling naughty, melancholy or omnipotent (that happens occasionally, I don't know why. It may have it's roots in the "I know something you don't know" thing). I don't know where I got this quote from but it does rather reflect my way of thinking, particularly if the "dark" is metaphorical, "If you must walk alone in the dark, make sure you're the scariest thing out there".


Vampire Goth -- Perhaps the closest to the
"lolo goth," you are morbid and
dreary. You like to make people feel
uncomfortable around you, and you're happiest
when going to a highly public place with enough
friends who share your interests to make
massive crowds shifty. You have an unusual
liking to blood.


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Don't be frightened though, I do have a fluffy bunny, hugs and kisses, softer than a fuzzy duckling side too. Hmm...Should I be worried about such disparate personality traits? Nah, be reet.

Incidentally, if anyone does know where I got that quote from, could you let me know? It's been bugging me for ages.

Damn you, inhibition!

OK, from one side to the other now.

I've just got an email from Katherine thanking me for wishing her a happy birthday and informing me that she's darting around the countryside doing a job she knows I detest (journalism, ugh!) and I felt that little electrical tingle go down my spine again. I haven't felt that in ages. I'd forgotten what it was like. It's that pleasant sensation that starts at the base of your neck and lights up your spine like a christmas tree, letting you know, without a doubt that what you're responding to has nothing to do with whatever you're looking at/reading/listening to.

Despite the fact that it's been over a year since I last saw her and she's got a large, over-pretty journalist (ugh!) boyfriend now, I'm ashamed to admit I'd probably still do anything she asked me to. She is quite simply the most gorgeous human being I've ever met. You know you're in trouble when you think their best outfit is a chunky jumper and a pair of old jeans, and not the slinky, chinese-style thing she once wore that gobsmacked everyone else; when you know you'd rather be sitting on a sofa, watching a video, captivated by the smell of her hair, still damp from the shower, than having the wildest night of sex you've ever had with someone else.

The worst part about it is that I may have had a shot at one point, but I was too chicken to try. She was single and I was single, and I just managed to make a fool of myself the whole time. We went to the cinema together once, and I was so nervous that I don't think I spoke to her the entire time. We also saw some people we knew and they said "Oh! Are you two....", and I said "NO!" a little too loud. That can't have helped. I never even asked, never even brought it up. It's like the entire rest of my body is going "I love you, I love you!" and my tongue is going "What the hell are the rest of you thinking? I'm not saying that!".

Is it apparent yet that I have no fucking clue what I'm doing with my life?