Thanks for the advice guys,...i appreciate the time you all spend on reading and writing. (regarding my previous post)
Sometimes you just need to write out everything that's stuck in your head....just to get it out and read it often so you know longer have any connections to it.
I never was the kind of person to rant to my friends about my problems,...more the type that keeps everything bottled up and rather writes about it, than to bother someone else with it...
This way i throw it out there....if anyone wants to read it and comment, thats cool,..and if no one reads it, that cool too.
It's funny though that we've all been in situations like this before, but we always treat the most recent one as the worst one of all.
As if this one was sooo unique compared to the others...
Anyways,...yesterday was kinda funny.
I got invited to an 80's houseparty (where 4 girls were all dressed up as cyndi lauper)...some were dressed as yuppies (Patrick Bateman looks)....and then there's me...totally poofed up hair, wearing a black and a red chuck taylor, jeans that look like they went through a shredder and a tight pink tank top where the stomach area is torn off (I looked like on of the members of Poison)
It was all good and fun,...everybody thought my hair was fake and that i was wearing a wig (it was HUGE).
I started to get buzzed and when the party was slowly coming to an end.
A friend of mine calls me up and tells me about this "Tim Burton/goth/fetish" party at some club.
So i jump in the taxi and head off to Club 23 West...
First thing the bouncer says is this: you do realize this is a goth party right?
I get in and everybody in bondage gear, victorian leather PVC, guys with leashes around their necks, all looked at me like i was the weirdo
I spend most times having to explain why i looked the way i did...but what was so funny is managed to freak out all the "freaks".
Sometimes you just need to write out everything that's stuck in your head....just to get it out and read it often so you know longer have any connections to it.
I never was the kind of person to rant to my friends about my problems,...more the type that keeps everything bottled up and rather writes about it, than to bother someone else with it...
This way i throw it out there....if anyone wants to read it and comment, thats cool,..and if no one reads it, that cool too.
It's funny though that we've all been in situations like this before, but we always treat the most recent one as the worst one of all.
As if this one was sooo unique compared to the others...
Anyways,...yesterday was kinda funny.
I got invited to an 80's houseparty (where 4 girls were all dressed up as cyndi lauper)...some were dressed as yuppies (Patrick Bateman looks)....and then there's me...totally poofed up hair, wearing a black and a red chuck taylor, jeans that look like they went through a shredder and a tight pink tank top where the stomach area is torn off (I looked like on of the members of Poison)
It was all good and fun,...everybody thought my hair was fake and that i was wearing a wig (it was HUGE).
I started to get buzzed and when the party was slowly coming to an end.
A friend of mine calls me up and tells me about this "Tim Burton/goth/fetish" party at some club.
So i jump in the taxi and head off to Club 23 West...
First thing the bouncer says is this: you do realize this is a goth party right?
I get in and everybody in bondage gear, victorian leather PVC, guys with leashes around their necks, all looked at me like i was the weirdo
I spend most times having to explain why i looked the way i did...but what was so funny is managed to freak out all the "freaks".